The gun to my holster

She would leave the lands of her home, if only for a short awhile. Since the birth of her siblings, she had been hovering. But her mother wanted space, the much had become clear, so she had wandered around aimlessly, but found herself bored. She crossed the border without second thought, long legs carrying her effortlessly. She had long reached her full height, and was steadily putting on muscle. Her coat was glossy, as always, tainted only by the small traces of snow that clung to her fur. Her verdant gaze swept the lands as they changed constantly, until she found herself in a rather interesting place, one she had not seen before. Snow thinly blanketed the basin, tall cliffs rising up around her. Her crown would tip as she peered all around her, the sun steadily sinking lower and lower as her day had long progressed. 

"Burn Baby Burn"