Shadow Mountain say what you want

she'd never been here before.
not that she'd ever gotten out much to begin with, but she was certainly in unfamiliar territory now. a few hours of sleep gave her enough strength to continue, but as the path grew steep and the terrain grew icy, dinah's morale began to waver. she was certainly no mountain climber — had she ever really even seen one before today?
she comes to a stopping point on an overlook, where, after she catches her breath, she takes a moment to marvel at the view in childish wonder. everything looks so small; the trees that dot the mountainsides and the snow's harsh grip upon them, a herd of pronghorn bobbing and weaving in search of nourishment in the far distance.
she hollers a sharp note and listens to her voice bounce and ricochet o'er the hills, and laughs away the shortness of her breath afterward. a dry laugh, meant for no one in particular, but at least it was a laugh — much needed after the past forty-eight hours. she feels good, for once; feels free!
now all she has to do is figure out how the hell to get down from here.