Little Goat Mountain Lost

while there was a lull in the heavy rains, praimfaya’d made her way across the short distance, past sawtooth spire — noting it is absent sagtannet — before she heads down …and makes it near the lower reaches of little goat mountain just before the rains start up again, cascading from the heavens; biblical divine punishment. it makes the small stretch of path even more treacherous: the rock face slick but she doesn’t worry as she leaps down onto solid earth. the overwatered ground is muddy and her paws sink into it with an unattractive squelching noise, splattering upon her silverlit pelage like gore from a kill.

praimfaya cringes and steps forward onto less muddy ground ( though such a thing seems harder and harder to avoid ).

frostbound gaze finds the older woman, having failed to notice her at first. it’s hard to discern scents over the stench of damp earth and watered decay but praimfaya lifts herself up with caution all the same. hei, she calls out in greeting over the symphony of rainfall.