Little Goat Mountain Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?

tags for refs

As the days wore on, Tiberia had tried her best to avoid spending as much time in the woods as possible, preferring to traverse the surrounding meadows - though snowy and not particularly interesting at this time of year. Following the creek had led her further into the mountains where she had spent the night in a hollow sheltered from the elements. Come morning, her little adventure resumed.

It was dark and dreary as she began her ascent, the clouds soon giving way to rain. She considered returning to @Caligula, but he was days away. Too late to find shelter too - she grimaced. What little shrubs populated the mountain were short and stumpy; whatever rocks lay strewn about were not big enough for a body. 

By the time she had resigned herself to getting wet, she almost bumped into the stranger, sodden and chilled through by this point. It seemed he hadn't fared much better escaping the storm. "Well don't you look like a drowned rat," Tiberia offered a sardonic smile.