Altar of Twilight And the doors all closing

As the footing changed, so did the air. The fur along her back rose and bristled against more than just the cold. The woman turned her ears backwards but was yet to look. Get an advantage, first, then turn. Whoever was following her probably meant no good, a friendlier soul would’ve called out to not startle. 
Unless they were voiceless. 

With many possibilities running through her mind like cloud circling  the highest peak, she pushed on until she reached the mountain side and started her ascent. 
Careful, calm, calculating. 

She couldn’t afford a slip, her muscles had to get used to the hard work again. Pausing, head lowered slightly and side on to her follower, she looked. Her eyes found the dark form and the rugged features suggested that it was an untamed spirit. A leader in posture, but not in position. Flicker just gave the other a cruel and wicked grin before turning back to her work upwards. 

She was didmissive of the other, for she wasn’t here to harm but to enjoy herself, she pushed up the mountain; her direction was, unwittingly, towards Moonspear.