Moonsong Glacier gumboots

She paused, though only for a beat. The first step became a second, a third and so on and so forth. Bat felt the extra strain on her muscles as the incline increased. She'd had no exposure to ice or snow prior to this, so she didn't know to proceed with caution as she pursued the dripping noises. Fortunately for her, her footing remained relatively sure, the occasional slippage nothing of concern to the inexperienced Goufa.

When a voice shouted her name, Bat whipped around fast enough to discover the treacherous nature of the crystalline white substance underfoot. Her right hind leg gave out on a particularly slippy patch, causing her entire posterior to buckle. She slid backward about six feet before she managed to drop forward and hug the glacier with her forelegs, the tips of her toenails digging in for extra security. A quick puff of breath escaped her, then—still clutching the floe—Bat twisted her neck to peer downward.

"...Tegan?" she said in surprise, too quietly for her voice to carry down to him. With a grunt, Bat carefully plucked herself off the icy terrain and picked her way down to him, her pace hastened a little by the combination of ice and gravity. "Fuck yeah!" The words burst out of her as her forefeet struck the familiarity of green, grassy earth at the glacier's foot. The nearly full grown Goufa sprang toward Tegan, a sight for sore eyes despite their brief acquaintance. Bat hadn't realized, until this very moment, how extraordinarily lonely her voyage had been.