Barrow Fields vii Come home to roost.

Hard does not mean impossible.
Valmúa looked at the pale man. He was right, of course. It was not in their blood to avoid doing something just because it was a difficult task. And so, the mountain path became their new journey. Forgetting the voles and the filth on her paws, she shot a devilish grin at him on the suggestion that they simply find the path. She quickly followed her eye contact with a nip at the fur of his cheek, pushing past him to look at the way to the Watch.
Raven's Watch was bordered by a mountain stream that was sourced from the mountain in question. The water source produced cascading waterfalls that were beautiful to behold, but held steep and difficult slopes of sheer rock in places. The area around is was green and fruitful, but Val hadn't figured out how to get up past the lake to the mountain peaks beyond.
You will come with me, she said swiftly, intending the innuendo as she flashed her eyes briefly to his. Looking back toward the road to their Watch, she moved between the mounds, careful not to disturb them. We will find the path to the mountain, she declared equally boldly. In fact, she had never bothered to look that hard for a good path up the mountain. Surely, if they could get to the lake they could get past it.