Twisted Slough With a dare comes a promise.

Her gaze lifted, watching Tula dissapear, before falling back to Cry. 

Kai's head cocked with fascination - for she was unfamiliar with mountains and the creatures that called them home. Her own berry-stained paws began to follow slowly, fitting neatly into the larger depressions left by Cry's feet. Her gait was uneven, hobbling almost, on account of the gouged injuries lining her frame.

Hopping along after the raven, her steps were irregular but the set of her spotted shoulders was determined.