@K'arnae
While sun and warmth reigned in the lowlands, it was not quite the case up in the mountains. Spieden had figured spring would be as decent as any a time to try scaling the range, as it was free of whiteout conditions and sky high drifts of snow. But it was still damn cold and her nose subsequently felt like an ice cube. Her scraggly coat had already blown off its downy puffs of winter fur, leaving Spieden with less insulation than was practical for mountain sojourns. She tried to keep to the lower crags, as it was evident by the white pinnacle visible through the trees that snow still held on at the loftier altitudes. Even then, around every turn Spieden would find a blanket of white tucked away in a divot in the rocks or hiding behind shadow.
Spieden's route took her curling around the mountain, eventually finding high rock walls reaching up at either shoulder. Roaring water called in the distance and grew louder with each step, reminding Spieden just how thirsty the hike was making her. Following the sound, the narrow ravine she traversed fed into a wider gorge primarily taken up by a river tearing through it. The sound was almost deafening.
Spieden examined the rapids with concern furrowed across her brow. Spray drifted off of the raging water, pelting her face with ice-cold snow melt. Carefully she took a step down, testing a paw on a damp rock before she settled her full weight on to what could very well be a very slick surface. She had never seen rapids like these before, but knew how easily she could be swept out and broken to bits on the rocks before being thrown right off the mountain. She groaned apprehensively as she lowered the rest of her paws onto the narrow, damp rocky bank.