it must be this way

Jade had found the herds she needed, and held them in her maw. As she approached the others, she heard their distinct voices, and with them came information. Runt and Mara, she thought to herself. Odd names. She loped to the three faes, and sat, dropping the herbs held in her jaws. She, like the others, peered into the vast gorge lined by steep cliffs. Frosted, cold and beautiful. "If you're looking for a way in, I know a place that might work." she said softly. Her eye's quickly scanned over Runt, who she had noticed walked with a slight limp. She darted forward and nosed at the fae's ankle, before withdrawing to announce her verdict. "I think it's cracked. if it is, you need to rest for a few days. Movement means a longer recovery."