Little Goat Mountain So close, no matter how far.

She moved at a quick lope, trailing her way through the trees and toward the Sunspire with purpose. Dawnlight came dull and with the promise of more snow to come as the morning progressed, and Ciri felt it sensible to seek someplace dry to wait out the worst of the storm.

A cave was to be found in the lower reaches of the mountain that bordered Blackfoot, and she stepped into the darkened hollow with relief. The sound of her claws on stone echoed along with that of dripping water, which came from further within the cave. Ciri shook off the snow that'd clung to her furs and found a place to settle, sinking to her haunches so she could sweep the snowmelt from her cold forepaws.