Moonspear spiderlegs

He hadn't intended to climb, but the day was nice, and his energy such that he felt the need for the exercise. His fall had caused a sore and stiffness in both his injured leg and his shoulder, but nothing that couldn't be walked off. So he determined to take it slow.

As he made his way up, picking the least resistant paths and the most cautiously smooth ways, he took most of the afternoon, unaware that another had had the same thought as he. He didn't think about the descent; once he started, a kind of peace came over him, and he continued to climb, hopping and walking as best he could up and up. He could feel how much he'd improved over the last few weeks of work, and it heartened him even moreso.

Unaware of Dirge only a short distance up, Gannet stopped to admire the view as the sun was sinking. Experimentally, he gave a small call; not of summoning or information, just one of happiness. He'd finally seen a piece of the mountain, as he'd wanted to since he first came upon it.