She shook her head. “But this ain’t the best place to be thinking about all this.” She reached up and hooked her hoof around a tiny spur, pushing the sole onto it. The maneuver was slightly painful, but it was almost impossible for her to slip, what with the hoof hooked around the rock. “Right. Good grip. And…” She reached up with a lower leg, patting at the rock until she found a good spot, repeated, and pulled herself up. She did this all in seconds, striding up the cliff face so easily that if you rotated the world ninety degrees, she might as well have been walking down a street. The rock was cold against her bare hooves, but she didn’t notice that anymore.