Moonspear ^____________^

Can we go now, please? she asked with another swish of her tail and a determined set to her jaw.

Presuming his agreement, she took a few tentative steps forward. She felt a little jittery, anticipating the peculiar symptoms to come over her at any moment. Treepie sipped in a deep breath and kept walking, slowly but surely headed toward the rim of the spine.

She looked backward at her elder for extra reassurance, shooting him a triumphant smile he may not understand. But then her eyes flicked past him, to the slopes of Moonspear, and it slid right off her face. She froze in place, neck still twisted, a horrible sense of dread hitting her like lightning.