Moonspear high road

Osiris had become more independent in his daily activities; his daily range expanded, and he attempted to take on as much responsibility as he was allowed. He had begun to bestride the fine line of obedient and rebellious, though more often, he reverted to his compliant nature. 

Today, Osiris ventured up the mountainside. He often tested the limits in his cardiovascular abilities, especially knowing the advantages that it provided during hunting. Becoming a skilled hunter was what he aspired to be, and he knew that his goal wouldn't be achievable without hard work. 

Though his climb had just begun, Osiris noticed that his gait was more natural than it had days prior; he had reached the point where he usually started to feel windered. Osiris relished in his progress, distracted for a moment too long. Suddenly, Osiris tripped. Scrambling upon the narrow pathway, he attempted to regain control of his footing. It had been a dangerous place not to have paid attention, and Osiris had come out unscathed this time. The only feeling that lingered was of embarrassment; had somebody seen his mishap? Stopping, Osiris nervously glanced over his shoulder, hoping that nobody had witnessed his mistake.