Arrow Lake Alabama Slammer

After spending the majority of her day in the forest, Spine decided it was high time to go explore the mountains that had teased her in the horizon for the latter part of her venture. She had been disappointed—again—and if she couldn't lift her spirits by climbing a mountain, the female figured she would probably never find happiness and could conveniently throw herself off of said mountain. "Oh, stop being dramatic," she told herself crossly, padding towards the rocky wall. There was a lake at the base of the mountain, fed by a crashing waterfall, but she was more curious about the upper level.

"But how do I get up there?" she mused aloud, pacing along the lower shore.

Over the crashing of the waterfall, Spine could have sworn she heard something like a flutter. Ears pointed, her golden eyes swept the dark landscape to be met by... nothing. Exhaling sharply in something like irritation, she refocused on searching for a path up the mountain's face.

When she was almost ready to give up, two large, green eyes blinked—one after the other—in front of her. Instinctively, the fur along Spine's backbone raised, and she took a startled step backwards. There was no telling how close or far away the eyes were, for they seemed to appear out of the thin, night air. When they disappeared altogether, the female heard the fluttering sound again, and she watched in amazement as a dark shape nimbly climbed the rock surrounding the waterfall to disappear over its upper edge.

"Um, hellooo-ooo!" she barked loudly, unaware that someone else entirely was trying to get down to the upper part of the lake, from an even higher vantage point. "Can you show me how to do that?"