Daring gasped for breaths, shakily lifting her front limbs up rickety steps. She might have free reign of the jungle, but here in the mighty Himalneighas, altitude sickness took its toll. She pressed on, blinking wearily as her hooves crunched through the snow, her destination in sight now.
At last, she reached the top of the mountain. There, pounded by fierce frozen winds, sat a small rudimental hut. She knocked, and a wisened old animal answered. He was the Dali Llama, Most Holy of Hoofed. The ascetic welcomed her into his abode, and Daring smiled. She had found her guru.