Tormented Tarns little monsters

sort of a long stretch, hope u don't mind D: 

their lair of shadows suited muskrat well, despite the absence of thick hot air or sluggish waters. young and adaptable, she took to carving new muscles with her frequent climbs, and her longer forays.

crossing the range was unnecessary and ate more days than muskrat had realized. a mild trepidation followed her now, glances behind her as if to assure that the great flat mountain which marked the ridge still stood.

pride compelled the animal woman to complete the final leg of her journey, though it would hopefully not be one she ever needed to make again.

thirst drove her down; hunger made her rest. there was the reek of predator and prey on the still air. her eyes were fixed on the small figure picking its way along the terrain.