Lion Head Mesa Rules were meant to be pushed and pulled

as they moved, the tyro thought of where she had learned such skills, and was shocked to find that her headache did not begin as usually happened when she tried to think of her past. at least, this had happened several times, enough to make the woman wary. but a picture emerged of mountains, her paws along the crags, the scent of a large black wolf.
she paused in time to hear the boy's question, and cocked her head to one side, glancing skyward in a show of consideration for his inquiry. she shook her muzzle with honesty; she did not currently climb, but was saddened by the fact that she could not convey she apparently had climbed before.