Moonspear onwards to the edge

Silence hung between them. She seemed to concentrate, working her way up a damp ledge before she parted her muzzle to speak out her reply. "Swamp, eh?" he repeated, eyeing the rock face she'd climbed and pondering the best way for him to follow. "Can't say I've considered a place like that a home. You like it there?" He was guessing not. Mountains like these seemed a far-cry away from the damp underbelly of a swamp.

He followed her up and over as she continued leading the way. He was putting blind faith in her guidance. Wether that was a wise decision or a mistake remained yet to be seen, but for now, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. His ears were lifted. His nose was making the most of moist earth. He figured he'd be searching these parts anyway, with or without her. Why not make the most of a guide and a little company?

Kero caught her slip. "Moons or nights?" he asked, looking for clarity. The difference in time between the two was significant. "Swamp queen become a mountain goat in that amount of time?" Seemed like a pretty vast change in scenery. "Get an itch to travel?"