Silvertip Mountain a monkey on the edge

She couldn't find her brother, or her father, or anyone for that matter - and June was afraid. She thought she had been on a walk towards the hollow, set up to meet with Mason and go exploring through the old dens, but... The poor girl must have gotten turned around. It didn't take much. Her mind wandered, and so too did her feet. And now, having found a small ridge upon the mountain that she couldn't remember ever visiting before, June was looking down in to the dark and scary pit below. This must be what a waterfall feels like. she pondered, her nose reaching out over the edge as if to sniff at the stale air. One wrong step, one itty bitty imbalance, and she'd quickly find an understanding to what a waterfall really felt like; but June wasn't thinking about that. She was curious of the dark, and had forgotten all about her earlier desires.