Not quite a mountain goat

This place was a gem in Bellamy’s eyes; a rocky wonderland. The heart-jerking drops and intriguing cave systems were enough to satiate her curiosity for hours and keep sweet adrenaline pumping through her soul.

Bellamy took in a deep breath, allowing the grandeur of the scenery to fill her mind with a sense of wonder and contentment. She hadn’t made it particularly far up the mountain, but Bellamy was on top of the world, as far she was concerned. Belle could not quite wrangle a smile off her face as she surveyed the rocky path that she’d come up; this was exactly the sort of exploration that would make her parents have a minor heart attack. The thought gave her a twang of bittersweet guilt and regret in the pit of her stomach, as her mind couldn’t help but wander back to the warmth of her old lifestyle, and her family. It may have been a stuffy and frustrating existence, but the life of a loner had a sense of coldness that she had yet to get used to. A shiver ran down the young female’s spine. The gusts were cold and unrelenting even this high up, running thickly through her dusty-brown fur.

She decided that she’d had enough of this, for today at least; besides, the grumbling of her stomach was reminding her of priorities other than fulfilling her mountain-goat desires. Bellamy began to pelt down the winding and broken-up path towards the base of the jagged mountainside, paws clattering on the rocky ground. She felt herself building momentum until she was leaping from rock to rock, nails scrabbling chaotically and heart thudding with exhilaration.

She leapt onto a particularly peaky rock, immediately recognising it as a bad move when she was unable to quite get her footing. On her left there she registered a deathly drop; she was still reasonably far up the mountainside. Stopping her momentum, Belle jerked her small form backwards in an almost instinctual attempt to jump back onto the rock she’d initially launched off. The young female simply didn’t have enough power to jump back to safety. She scrambled for a moment of sick suspension, tantalisingly close to stability, then felt her body plummet. A panicked yelp ripped out of her throat. Before she could think, she was staring hazily up at the sky, thorns digging cruelly into her right side. Her fall had been 'broken' by a bush of brambles nestled between the two boulders, a meter and a half or so down.

Bellamy blinked a few times, a pathetic whine escaping her lips as she tried to make sense of her spinning world. Tiny needles stabbed into her coat, left side down. She squirmed a little and winced, finding herself entangled in the cruel talons of the bush. On the bright side, she could still feel all of her limbs. "Idiot..." She muttered under her breath, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to slow down her racing heart. She could already smell the sharp tang of blood tinging the air. Wincing, she craned her neck to scope out her options; the boulders on either side were a little taller than a meter in comparison to her current position, but angled in such a way that would make it difficult for her to climb out herself. Belle squinted ahead; there were cruel-looking bushes surrounding her, but her eyes settled on a potential scramble around the mountain-side boulder. She wriggled a little bit to see how far she could get out, and swallowed down a cry as her side lit up with fiery bursts of pain. Sooner or later, she'd have to rip the off the band-aid, and it was probably going to take off some skin with it.