Redtail Rise and in the gunslinger's mind, those words echoed: you dare not

@Puck

the young man ventured away from the sound at an easy sway. it took him several long paces before he was capable of moving past his aching frame and into a solid gait that would carry him a reasonable distance. he’d had enough of the ocean for a short while and he wanted to step away from the rolling waves and endless cries of the gulls overhead. more than this, he wished to move away from the eyes of the cliff wolves who loomed above them. it was unlikely that the beasts up there could see anything, but the wildling still felt a strange sickness when he thought of them.
 
the young thing roamed well beyond where he had intended and sought the mountains that seemed to stretch out of nothing. they were smaller than some of the others that he’d seen, but it gave him hope that he could clamber up them easier on his injured frame. the youthful savage reached the base of the rise and drew his sights upward, peering at the jutting stone and snow-capped peaks. it was a good day for a challenge.