Nova Peak to commandeer one of these ships

Sometimes, the descent could be harder than the ascent. It meant sitting back on her hocks, and putting more pressure on her knees, but Chacal was fit for the journey, legs strengthened by years running on sand. She stole a glance at him over her shoulder as discreetly as she could, and smile to herself thinking he might have had his eyes on her hindquarters- only to realize he seemed much more invested in his footing. She would've forgiven him had she caught him looking at her, and she realized that maybe, she wanted him to. With winter drawing near, she wasn't surprised to find herself longing for attention again. 

Gradually, they descended from the messy, rocky scramble to firmer ground, and entered the treeline again. At this point, she figured they could resume conversation, and side-stepped to allow him to come alongside her. She inhaled. "Mmm, de smell of evergreen." She lilted affectionately, closing her eyes for just a moment to relish the scent of the tall pine trees that they walked through.