Silver Moraine and they called him, "Lemon Boy"

She stared at the stranger momentarily, considering her words before replying. That's stupid. As she saw it that was only a scare tactic, the kind parents used to keep their mischieveous children inside the den. I know how borders work; I just don't touch them.

It was as easy as that in her mind. Set on continuing a head she began to scamper up the other side of the moraine, much more careful of her foot placement now.