A few rocks tumble downwards, their final destination unknown.
A brisk wind rushes through, chilling you to the bone.
Stray pebbles and brush are scattered around by a rough wind that blows past.
A faint growl from a nearby lynx echoes through the crags.
The sound of clattering rocks hitting the ground can be heard in the distance.
The smell of dirt and dust fills your lungs as wind rushes against the ground.
Scratching of claws against stone echoes in from some nearby place.
A ripped piece of rag debris, stuck to a nearby rock, waves back and forth in the wind.
The sound of rocks shifting can be heard nearby, likely on the verge of collapse.
A slow, cool draft whispers through the air.