The mountain was thin, jagged like the blade of a deadly, little knife. The footing was treacherous and several times she slipped, sending her heart into her throat. Each time the agouti felt her toes miss a handhold, she thought for sure it would be the last.
The path was thin, thin as the mountain, with just enough space for the girl to follow it. She felt an urge to lean away from the precipice at her left, continuously fighting it for to do so was to risk unbalancing herself and plummeting to her death.
By the time the she-wolf reached the other side, it was late into the night. She'd slipped several times, having only the moon to light her way, and was covered in scrapes and cuts from head to toe. The girl stumbled down the mountain - collapsing in the first flat, level place she found to sleep.
The path was thin, thin as the mountain, with just enough space for the girl to follow it. She felt an urge to lean away from the precipice at her left, continuously fighting it for to do so was to risk unbalancing herself and plummeting to her death.
By the time the she-wolf reached the other side, it was late into the night. She'd slipped several times, having only the moon to light her way, and was covered in scrapes and cuts from head to toe. The girl stumbled down the mountain - collapsing in the first flat, level place she found to sleep.
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