Otter Creek Falling to pieces

"He was probably pissed at the way dad handled it?" Junior guessed, though neither of them could really know unless they asked. "When I make my way there, I'll talk to him. I always liked Dante," she shared, revealing nothing of her former crush on the silver male. She didn't know whether it was still there. She would find out when she saw him.

The climb began and their conversation momentarily ceased as the two juveniles focused on scaling the crags without falling and busting their heads or asses. Junior couldn't speak for Saēna but she also didn't have the breath to spare to keep talking. Rock-climbing made for some intense cardio.

Deciding she needed a breather, Junior hoisted herself onto a small rock shelf and sat, panting. "The sun's going down," she reported. "Are you wanting to spend the night here? Because it might be hard to climb down in the dark," she said, wanting to double-check before proceeding.