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

Through the mist he was enormous, almost threateningly so. Quicksilver eyes were filled with a fierce look of distain as she stepped back a few paces to avoid a second rainshower. Not that it mattered much, she was already soaked through, but it was the thought (or lack thereof) that counted.

Following his gaze, she could just about see the forest he meant, though shrouded and uninviting as the one Caligula had found. "Other side," Tiberia flicked her tail in the general direction of the creek, sending an arc of droplets in its wake. "Quite spooky though, wouldn't recommend unless you're into spiders."