Ghost Lion Crag Not even giving in to the sudden rain
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The sharp yowl of a mountain cat did nothing to deter the swarthy huntress from scaling the heights. The mountains to the southeast were too formidable even for her. Too formidable for any animal, she reckoned. To get across them, she needed to cross the crag. No cougar would get in her way.

She licked her chops and paused to scent the air with quick bobs of her head. Kavrak swiveled her ears around, one to the back and one to the front, as she dipped her snout low to draw breath from the ground. No signs of approach and no signs of recent cat activity. Clear, she thought reflexively, and pressed on toward the eastern valley. Her paws were but a whisper on the stone as she employed her techniques as both a hunter and a Tartok trainee to move largely undetected. She'd left Kaertok and Kuasak behind, and Anuniaq had gone on far ahead. It was possible they tailed her even now, but she couldn't be sure of it.

Alone, Kavrak was a formidable enough foe to ware off most attackers, but she wasn't a unit. She wasn't infallible. So she proceeded with caution, and took care to keep her motions deliberate and calculated as she began to descend toward the terrace below, that she could react at a moment's notice to a cat's presence if it became necessary.
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Kimik had wandered ahead of her brother, leaving him to catch up with her as they moved inward. The whale had been of mild interest to the female but no more than that; they had somewhere to be and she had every intent to get them there. When Tiriarnaq lagged behind for whatever reason, the dark-pelted Northerner had a habit of taking point in their travels.

The route that had led them south had been profitable so far, providing them a meal here and there and a general lack of anything dangerous. Not that she'd have minded the danger but she had a purpose right now. They both did. Find their kin and establish a branch.

She moved over stone now, the surface warm under her paws as she sought those she would recognize as family when they came together. Her pace was slow, methodical, and it was only when she caught a fairly familiar scent that Kimik's course adjusted in both direction and speed.

She followed it, moving tirelessly until she finally caught sight of another wolf. Ears pitched forward, Kimik issued a soft whuff, aiming to grab the attention of the other.