Mountain rises before me in dwindling sunlight; rolling hills, drawing my very being to it. I am supposed to be here, just like Eagle looking down at us on her way to her nest. Something I recognize, but have not experienced before, rises in my chest, pulling at me, making me long to be here. My gaze rests between the features of the landscape, my heart suddenly beating faster, understanding something my mind cannot yet grasp.

Summer wind plays between deep valleys, bringing the smell of flowers, grass, oxen with her to us. Fox yelps from his hiding spot above us; another answers from far away, Mountain throwing the sound between her tops, echoing.

Soon, colors are having fun, changing quickly from yellow to pink to dark blue in a play with Sky, and draws darkness and the night to our camp. It is time to ask Fire to come and keep us warm through Night.

I listen the silence between the sound of Owl and Mice, and soon sleep, knowing new adventures awaits in the morning.