Worth It

Following the shore had been a questionable plan, at best.  At the time, it seemed the safest way not to get lost.  But when Natiel came to multiple crevices in the land, she started doubting her judgement.  The fjord was daunting, and while crossing it looked possible she wasn't up for the challenge.  Too risky.  She was more likely to tumble and break her neck before drowning in the river than she was to make it down and up the sides.  So she'd gone around.  What a gift that had been.  She was convinced she still had prickly plants in her fur, in the places she couldn't reach to remove them.

Finally, though, she made it to the other side.  She kept tight to the edge of the cliffside, but not too tight for fear of tripping and causing exactly the injuries she sought to avoid.  As she neared sea again, the sounds of struggle reached her ears.  She paused, listening.  Ok, perhaps not a struggle necessarily, but someone was definitely climbing.  Nati stood a moment, debating.  She could keep walking, stay true to her course and avoid the stranger.  But curiosity always got the better of her, and today was no exception.

With careful steps, Nati moved to peer over the edge.  A ways down and over, a smaller female was making the trek.  Her eyebrows raised in interest as she watched the female move with determined steps.  "You must be crazy," she barked somewhat loudly, not wanting to startle the other female but certainly looking to get her attention.