Grab Your Cloaks

As they progressed, the terrain got more and more treacherous. The wind picked up, lashing them with an icy mist that cut through her fur and felt like needles on her skin. She had to crouch low to keep from toppling off the side into the ocean, but she wouldn’t be the first to suggest they turn around. Regardless of how difficult things might get, she was going to stay the course until her companion suggested they turn back.

It wasn’t long after her concerns began to grow too loud for her to ignore before he stopped. She moved to stand near him, huddling close in the hopes that he might shield her from the worst of the wind for just a moment. His words were shouted, but even so she could only just barely hear them. "If you insist!" She called back, unable to shake her tendency to try and out-do him. Even if they were on the same page, she would pretend she’d have been willing to continue and that she was only going back for him. It was likely he’d be able to see through her playful act. If she were really trying to goad him into continuing she’d have had much more cutting remarks. She nodded, gesturing for him to take the lead once more.