She followed the path she remembered from the day she first saw Ronan, keeping a close watch around her every step of the way for the strange animal. However, Ronan did not show himself. Before long, Penny found herself on the upward slope, gripping the same stunted trees and dry shrubs as before to keep from slipping. At the top, she continued along the path through the wilted wild grass toward a lush green patch in the distance; the top boughs of the grove.
A few minutes later she stood at the edge of the narrow canyon and gasped as she peered down. From her vantage point, there was no discernible trail down the sheer and stony drop.
How had they gotten down there, and in the dark?
Penny dropped to her knees for a better look down the canyon wall, and saw fresh scuff marks in the dirt
