Porcupine Ridge immortals

Rue's ears flew to attention as a voice pierced the still air. From what she had experienced so far, the ridge seemed to be a popular spot for gazing, but for some reason the young woman had imagined she would be alone so early in the morning. 

Although her muscles seized up initially at the sound of a masculine voice, Rue was able to relax as she registered the friendliness of the unseen man's tone. Not everyone was out to get her, she had to remember that. 

"Just me," she answered tenatively. "The trail is over here, if you follow my voice." With the all fresh snow, it was likely that the owner of the voice was having trouble locating and/or staying on the trail.  Luckily, Rue had come this way multiple times in the warmer seasons; that was really the only reason she was able to remain on the trail herself.

"You're not stuck, are you?" she added, remembering how she had gotten herself in a bind the first time she came up here. There was a note of worry in her tone as she addressed the unseen man-- the ridges were steep in these parts and sheer drops edged up against several sections of the trail. If the stranger was off-trail, he could be in some danger of slipping.