Thunder Dome the mountains are calling

Ico would later wonder why he didn't panic in this precarious moment, as scree continued to shift beneath his light paws, and the precipice below beckoned him menacingly. Perhaps he would've started to panic... if it weren't for the voice that called from above.

The youth looked up sharply, ears flat with concern. There he saw a young grey fellow gazing down at him from the cliff above. Yes please! Ico called back thankfully. Though I'm... not sure what to suggest...