Shadow Mountain And I will fall from your sweet height to prove that all I am is meant to

Each day Anselm grew a little braver. He kicked rocks, marked trees, and bent dry saplings — all little signs for his return path home. 

Today he followed his nose, which lead him to a stream. Along the trail of snow which shouldered the water like a shawl he saw a figure. Anselm had no reason to approach the stranger, but he had no reason to be fearful, either. 

After studying her, Anselm realized she was staring at something in the distance. His gaze followed the direction her head was turned to — all he saw was a grey haze of trees and clouds, with mountains rising in the distance.