A Stone's Throw from Death

Peregrine had not expected a mountain range quite like this so far from the north, but she was glad to have found one. Her homeland was rugged and somewhat similar, full of pine forests and crags. These peaks were stilled capped in snow and the dark rocks which made up their mass looked to be made of cold iron. Below them the forest was green and rich with spring growth but it could only creep so far up the slopes. She'd found an old trail worn into the side of one of the lower peaks and planned to climb all the way to the top. You know, assuming she didn't fall and snap her neck or get dashed to pieces on the rocks below. Or both. She turned to look behind her, where she expected Karabela to be following her trail and said, "You know, this reminds me of the day I met you. Mayhaps we ought to push some boulders down into the valley below for old time's sake!" She allowed herself to laugh and then spent a moment marveling as she heard it's weak echo travel back up the slope to meet her. Tsriy was not quite so amused, and maintained a tight grip to the back of her neck.