Little Goat Mountain So close, no matter how far.

With warmth returning to her bones, Ciri pressed her belly to the stone and curled herself close. She had travelled long through the night and hadn't realised how tired she felt, and her muscles were glad for the rest. She exhaled a contented breath and allowed herself to doze, though sleep came briefly - there was a voice beyond the safety of her hollow, and her sunflower gaze cracked open.

She knew that voice, and was on her feet and making her way smoothly toward it at once. Peering beyond the moith of the cave, she saw a pale figure through the snowfall and her tail gave an sweep of recognition. Here, seal-hunter!