Crescent stepped into the cave. She felt cold up high in the mountains, and realised it was not just the wind as she stepped in, though it did not help the matter. If it weren't for that torch, I'd be freezing.
It was strange that a torch would be there, though. Perhaps ponies had camped here before?
Ponies rarely stayed so high and far away. Only dragons and billy goats would dare spend a night near the top of a faraway mountain.
There seems to be no way up for anypony but a pegasus. They must have been carried up here.
There was an echo from deeper within, a faint sound of scratching and what must have been a heavy breath.
I should be cautious, she thought, it might be one of their kin.
She paused, giving herself time to arc her foreleg over to press down on her bag. Knowing the brooch was safe reassured her, and she continued into the cave.