The chasm was hardly a barrier to their progress, though its presence was far more ominous.  That such a deep gash had been cut in the rock did not bode well for this place.  Stigga preferred the stability of solid earth over the shifting walls that apparently plagued this landscape.  Being buried beneath rubble and rock while still breathing did not appeal to her in the least.  So delicately her feet touched the edge of the chasm, testing to see how strong that edge promised to be.  Those muscles gracefully taking her to the opposite end in a quick step, backing away from the edge to eagerly survey the opposite end for her companions to continue.