Rising Sun Valley Frostflame Ridge

Junior grimaced when Cthulu reported zip, zilch, nada. "Something has to live on this mountainside," she said, trying to sound hopeful and upbeat but coming across a little more desperate and whiny than intended. "We can't give up, Cthulu, because you can't live on dirt."

She shot the mongrel a weighted glance, then climbed upward toward what appeared to be a small trail wrapping the mountainside. Woofing for her companion to follow, she began to pick her way along the narrow path, her right flank pressed to the rock wall to avoid teetering over the edge to her left. Moving carefully, she dropped her nose and began to sift for scents, trying to hide the edge of desperation in her movements.