Lion Head Mesa forty-second

Her paws graced the touch of rising structures, where the sun still touched the rising sandstone. Personal exploration took her only so far. These dipping structures, she'd seen, and her paws had touched them all. One by one, placing her pads on them and sliding them off, other times trying to leap on top of them with hopping back legs.

Though, she wanted to see more.

Echoes of the underground hit her ears throughout the night and days. She crept forward and through the front of many of these dipping entrances, tail swishing around below her legs and a devilishly curious smile painted on her lips. Oh, this was interesting. Quiet as a little mouse, and trying to slip through cracks like one too to scratch her itch.

Tunnels? Yeah?

Standing at the front of an opening, her front paws went down into the first step, and it had been there that she started to lowly, quickly hop as if the shaded soil and rock was hot. Then, she retreated backwards, taking her paws out and peering her head farther in.