Moonspear lawmother

It would be the first peak of any notable elevation that Simbelmyne had ever climbed. A creature of the low valleys, she had seen such monoliths in the distance and had marveled at them, but had been told dreadful stories as well of their unyielding winds and dangerous avalanches. Still: the thrill of living on one herself and calling herself a mountaineer overshadowed the perils, at least until she witnessed one herself. Those who told the tales had survived and thus, so would she. 

She followed after him, noting how paths led in switchbacks up the steeper parts, making it easier to climb than going directly up the slope. The terrain changed, becoming harder beneath her feet, and cold too. She panted as they climbed above the treeline, ears flicked forward to sup on the tales of his adventures eagerly. "Traveller," She noted almost breathlessly, hearing her heart thundering in her ears. "Why heal?" She asked, wondering if it had something to do with the scars on his shoulders.