Shadow Mountain Night Cafe for lonely cynics

Scouting for large game was a very good excuse nowadays to be away from home for many days at a time and avoid socializing with others. There were newcomers that had joined recently, who she did not care to meet or talk to. There was Arbiter that was tolerable and Terance that had become a ghost of a brother. Now and then there was a fleeting memory of good old times, them being best friends and confidants, but they had become white-washed and muddled recently. It felt like it had happened to someone else and had nothing to do with Sarah's present introvert and cynical self. 

The goat she had been following up the Shadow mountain had long disappeared from her sight, yet the weather-worn forest wolf found herself wandering the dark and dangerous realms of this territory. Now and then the seemingly solid surface under her feet gave way and she almost fell, but recovered the footing quickly enough and continued her way. There was no landmarks to guide her, no certain destination on her mind. Just walking ahead, until she felt like to stop and peer down at the land below. And wonder, whether the next time she slipped, it would be worth not to fight and just let things happen as they should.