Lion Head Mesa Rules were meant to be pushed and pulled

relmyna gave a quick smile as the boy deigned to follow her, and then glanced upward. there were footholds here; she reared up, placing her small paws against the rocks, and lifted herself quickly to the lowest ledge. looking back at the yearling male, the tyro set her feet again. it would be slow and arduous going, and would hopefully burn from her the energy that clawed too harshly at her belly.
had she the words, she would have asked the boy his name, made some small and light conversation; as it was, she could do no such thing, and so settled for sending him warm glances of encouragement from time to time, carefully moving ever upward.