Forging through the hills

You begin an incline up into the hills. The soft dew laden grass is replaced by the coarse unforgiving plateau of stone. It’s a very unpleasant sensation on the bare feet especially in spots with small jagged rocks.

Your travels take you to the mouth of a small ravine. The only way around it involves climbing sheer rock faces, something you don’t believe yourself capable of with your injuries. With little choice you enter the ravine in hopes it leads to the other side of the hills. The stone walls rise 60 feet above you on either side making you feel very trapped. Just as you begin to lose your nerve, Petra breaks the silence.

“Hey Iyda, looks like a cave!” She whispers loudly. Sure enough a sizeable cave sits in the side of the rock face. Approaching it you peer in and it seems to open up quite a bit before sharply turning, blocking further viewing.

“Think we should check it out?” Petra says turning to you for guidance.