If she was going to do this she needed to build some core strength. She had passed the Falls on several occasions, never offering them more than a passing glance but this time she thought she could discern the faint outline of what might be a path to the top. The climb wouldn’t be an easy one but if she started shirking away from challenges now she may as well quit while she was ahead. The spray from the falls slowly soaked through her fur and made parts of the narrow trail (more a series of ledges up the face of a cliff) slippery underfoot. A mis-step threw her weight forward as blunt nails struggled to dig into the slick rock face, the realisation of just how high she had come lurching into her mouth as she eyed the distance to the pool below anticipating the weightless feeling of a free-fall.
But it didn’t come. Her legs turned to jelly, her lips drawn taught as she tried to regather her nerve. She could sit here on the side of the mountain and starve, or she could take on the next ledge, climb just that little bit further. She was closer to the top than the bottom now and all she had to lose was her life. Her teeth clenched in a determined fashion as she forged on, finally breaching the upper lip of the cliff. She was thoroughly exhausted, her muscles ached, her breath came in heavy pants and stars danced before her eyes. But she wasn’t at the top yet. Before her lay a serene little pool, a smaller waterfall feeding it before it made its final descent. A displeased groan left her chest as she realised there was more climbing to be had, and she decided this place was better than a narrow ledge to rest. She moved forward to lap at the crisp water and looked about for a place to lay her head. She would have to take the long way home.