Her gaze fixed on a distant boulder, much too far for even a skilled adult mountain goat to make the jump, let alone a tiny cub on wobbly legs. With a deep breath, and resolving to keep her eyes fixed on that solitary point, she bunched up her legs beneath her, then without giving herself another moment to reconsider, she sprung forward.
Air roared past her ears, everything rushing forward in an indistinct blur. For a fleeting moment, she felt as if she could maybe even reach the next mountaintop, if she really wanted to. But then everything tilted, spun, and with the world whirling Nova felt herself sinking. Something soft and fuzzy met her forehead, her nose filling with Mercy-scented hairs just before the cold, rocky ground made contact with her hindquarters. Her head was fine, having been softened by knocking into Mercy instead, but her haunches had had a rougher landing. Gravel bit roughly into her flank, where a bruise was sure to be blooming. To her, the jump had seemed a lifetime, but in reality only seconds had passed. It only took an additional second for Nova to start up a terrible whine of "Maaaammaaaaaa! Apppaaaa! Owwwieeeee!", with head tilted back to the sky and eyes scrunched shut.