Moonspear Take us down

It was difficult to climb for someone, who was not used to moving up nearly vertical surfaces. The snow, ice and stones that were covered with slippery mix of algae and moss did not aid her either. It took Wraen several attempts, slipping and tumbling, before her hind feet found a solid surface to stand on and her head and forepaws appeared above the ground.

"Hi!" she told Dune and smiled at him briefly, then focused, became tense for a moment and jumped half-way out, then using her forepaws to pull the rest of herself (and she noted, how heavy her rear end was as she did this) out. "Phew..." she said, when she had got to her feet, shook her coat and returned to the hole to peek down. "I guess that head found it's grave. May it rest in peace. Amen!" she dipped her head respectfully and retreated from the place. She did not wish to fall down there again.

"Fancy to take a rest? I am tired," she told her companion and yawned. All this hunting, running, racing and adventuring had exhausted her. With this settled, she returned to her cozy den and took a long and well-deserved nap.