Silvertip Mountain Leaving you scraping at the bottom of the barrel

He heard her coughing and slowed his pace to get a better glance at her. She was coming after him, and she seemed okay, but he didn't pick up his pace. Instead, he darted behind a large boulder, and waited to see if she would come by. 

His heart pounded in his chest, but it wasn't from the exertion of running. It was from her. His spirits were slowly lifting, and the weight of his mourning was decreasing little by little. It had been months since Steady had really enjoyed life.