Moonspear onwards to the edge

She either knew what she was talking about or was simply good at giving off the impression that she knew. Regardless, he cast his eyes out towards the distance, wondering if the rain would rise and form wispy clouds between the mountain ranges. A small part of him wished the moon were brighter so he could see the valley's fog in all of its glory. Then again, maybe it was too cool for fog to form. If he slept, perhaps the morning would come sooner and he catch the fog when there was something more to gaze upon.

"But have you seen it before? Night fog?" he asked, turning as he caught movement in his peripheral. He watched as she hopped down onto a trail as if she'd done it a number of times before. He turned his paws to follow her, jumping down into the spaces she'd claimed only moments before. His bulky movements weren't nearly as refined or effortless as her own, but this terrain was new to him and he wasn't fully confident in his footing at these heights. With time maybe he'd be as swift and elegant as she, but he was in no hurry. He'd landed. He was walking again. In his head, that was all that mattered. 

He followed along after her, noting the way she appeared to know where she was headed. Her words spoke of their destination and implied she'd been in the area long enough to have discovered such a place. "Hang around these parts much?" he asked, speaking his thoughts out loud. "You seem to know this place a bit. Did you leave a pack to become a mountain goat?"