Rosalie stood on a high peak and watched the eagles soar beneath her. A hawk snatched at her fur blowing in the cold mountain wind. She gave a warning snarl and lifted her head to the wind. It was an overcast day, and she could smell snow on the breeze. Her mind's locked drawer rattled. Her memories wanted out. She shoved the mind-drawer back. The memories were too strong... She shouldn't let them out... The hawk that had snatched at her fur circled below her. Apparently it didn't like going so high. She sighed and looked in a puddle. Of course she was beautiful, very beautiful, but that didn't help matters any. The lock on the drawer clicked. The memories were out. She groaned as they flashed before her eyes. She forced them back. Her topaz eyes flashed with annoyance. She bounded higher, with the air getting thinner with each step. She didn't care. One missed leap... She didn't think about that. All she concentrated on was getting higher. A rock slipped beneath her foot. She didn't stumble. She skidded to a stop. This was her favorite spot... She could see everything even the desert and city. Black specks were running around. Wolves and dogs. She could see some flying specks. Probably those annoying winged wolves. Her eyes spotted caribou specks running, and some wolves (or were the dogs?) chasing them. Rose sat down and licked her paw, relaxing in the thin air.