Horizon Ridge You need it so believe it

Throat dry, her pace had been increased, eyes scanning the area after every step. She knew not how deep into the wooded section of the ridge that she'd gone, her mind preoccupied and, in truth, fairly disinterested in the territory as a whole. Her thoughts continued to jump back to the many rocks, wondering just how many lives had been stolen away by them. She'd pondered the answer, considering various estimates, but had ultimately decided that it would do her no good to linger on such morbid happenings of the past. Her attention was required elsewhere, soon having been rewarded once the entirety of it had gone into the task that she'd made for herself. For ahead of her, lingering off to the side of her chosen path, was water that she could only assume was drinkable. It was but a mere puddle in size, but more than enough for her. And so down the girl had gone, crouching low enough for her tongue to just barely skim the surface. She'd felt herself relax as the cool liquid made its way down through her esophagus, but it was for no more than a moment before she'd grown rigid once more. Ready was she to bolt at any given moment, yet she'd only straightened herself back up and then proceeded at a moderate pace for now.

The dragoness' brief stop had served as enough time for the distance between herself and her unknown follower to be lessened, eventually resulting in her having been able to pick up on the sound of his steps. In spite of her body being aflame—or perhaps because of it—she was curious of the being drawing nearer, and had glanced in his direction after coming to a slow stop. Again, the wind had decided to work against her, refusing to pull his scent in her direction, bringing to her an uneasy feeling. Once more was she made to think blindly, considering possibilities that might not even be true possibilities at all. It was her sight upon which she was forced to rely, noting his posture, but never could it make her feel at ease. While the scent necessary to confirm his sex had yet to reach her, his overall physique made her assume the stranger to be a male, and so away she'd turned again with her legs carrying her forward through the woods. A desire to move at a quicker pace was felt, and yet, her lack of knowledge on the land and its potentially mischievous terrain prevented her from doing so.