Turn about

Araxina bounded down the thin bridge from the mainland to the ring of icy ebony peaks. The spring rains barely warmed the snow cloying to the stark ridges against the sky. Clumsy white paws reached the darkened sands and sparse evergreen island. Molten golden eyes looked up and up and up as the toothy peaks scraped against the sky. What was on the other side?

A bound and a flop as she tripped over her own puppy feet, then continued to roll over and use her momentum to continue on her explorative dashing about. Nose to the ground sniffing all the new smells of this island.