Silvertip Mountain in her arms a lamb

this was too good and I really want to write this girl <3

Now, finally, after departing the Hollow, Maia was a little turned around.  For some reason the trip there had been smooth, but this time the mountains all seemed kinda the same.  Turns out, she'd accidentally swung north a bit too far.

She was skirting a rocky rise when she heard a bellow, and her fur lifted.  It sounded upset, and it was followed by something else, echoing.  Was that a voice?

It was too faint to tell for sure, and a big part of Maia wanted to nope the heck out of there.  But she was too curious for that, so instead she crept towards the sound and, at length, discovered a hollow cavern entrance.  It was too dark to immediately see in. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the gloom inside, but only the bellow kept her from giving an exploratory hello - she wasn't sure she wanted the attention of whatever made that noise quite yet.