Don't Slip

She could smell the warm peat and water before she could hear the steady trickles down the ravine. Morwenna found the stream bubbling up from a depression in the ground and she let her eyes of violet follow the stream as it disappeared from view. Carefully she followed the stream with cautious steps and found the crack in the ground opened wider and deeper. A warm air wafted up to gently tease the long silky fur around her face. It carried the scent of spring and summer all at once with heady aromas of Iris, meadowsweet, basil, marshmallow, and angelica. A few others she was sure were mixed in the draft, but the enticing adventure pulled her from analyzing the scents. She had to get down there!

She skirted the ravine, eyeing the precarious roots and vines that lead down and down and down to the moss below. One slip of a dainty paw and it would be the end of her short life.