Little Goat Mountain keep my hands to myself

She moved from ledge to ledge, launching herself across empty air and landing precariously and the edge of an outcrop. Hauling herself forward, her gaze turned northward, that direction being the one she had travelled in for the past few weeks. Little adored the rush of adrenaline, the burning of her muscles as she picked her way up the steep incline. She could very well have travelled along the valley, but that took all the fun out of things. Claw skittered against rock as she adopted a brisk trot, the trail she found herself on relatively smooth and wide enough so that she could keep a dozen inches away from the edge.