Silvertip Mountain No one's gonna save me

Left or right. There was a fifty-fifty chance no matter which route she took. She sighed, her breath coming out in a soft plume courtesy of the chilled air. If only she had a hunting partner then this would be much easier. Keyni was used to doing many a task on her own, but that didn't mean she liked it.

The approach of another, drawing up beside her, elicited only a calmed turn of her head to regard him. He was cloaked in soft, pale tones, much like herself, perhaps hinting of a northern lineage. Those eyes were a pleasing liver color, which she met without alarm in her own. She had already deduced that if this male wanted to do her harm, then he already would have done so while creeping in from behind. "Are you sure...?" Came her smooth voice. "It is a kind gesture. I should wish to repay you, in some form." She dipped her head humbly, while moving forward towards the looming mouth of the left passageway, her mind already made up.