Horizon Ridge of winter and the bleak cold breath

She trailed him for a short length, initially amused at the lack of awareness he carried. It must have been nice to go for a simple walk and not worry about anything. At least that was the air she felt she perceived coming off of him. It was fleeting though, especially when the first few signs that he was becoming aware of her presence shifted into view. He didn't look back to her, too focused on the narrow pathway ahead. Echelon had no focus for the rocky grounds, had no cares about them in the slightest. She trusted her footing.

And for whatever reason, she was inclined to be even more malicious about the lack of trust in his own. Slinking low to the ground, she moved in swiftly to give him something else to worry about, snapping and carrying on at his backside. Her intent was to startle him, maybe provoke something flighty into him that once would have existed in her. Perhaps spur him into steering clear of the path down at all. It had been too long since she had taken a more antagonistic approach towards anyone, but along the steps and climes of the ridge, it seemed like a good idea. His lack of confidence meant if things went south, surely she could formulate an escape plan and be gone.