The Sunspire haywain

it would take hours for her to climb north across the mountain's rising body; the spider knew she only had an hour or two of daylight left and that it was futile to attempt to move too far. even if she could spy the gleaming moon once the sun descended, there was no telling how dense the forest would be around her — although after her experience of the canyon nearby, she suspected it would be like trudging through the darkness of a deep grave. a chilling thought, even for her.