Ghost Lion Crag The Hunt is ON!

Peering up the intimidating cliff-faces of the Crag, Darsal evaluated her options. Tracking by sound was definitely out of the question, considering the amount of echo the rocks produced. They would have to rely on sight and smell to find themselves a trackable Bighorn. This didn't matter much to Darsal, since her hearing wasn't top-notch in the first place; her ears were somewhat-folded and thick with fur.
Let's keep our voices low, she whispered backward to Shalon. We don't want our words carried across half of the mountain range. Darsal took a moment before continuing with a suggestion. Our best bet is to head up the mountain and try to catch a fresh scent... but remember, don't take a step unless all three of your other paws are on stable ground. Her advice was less proud and more concerned for Shalon's safety than it might have sounded. Shalon was the only wolf she'd really talked to since Mako left, and she didn't want that to be lost with a misplaced step on these craggy rocks.
The blackened-gray figure started up the rocks, not putting as much effort in stealth as checking the scent on the wind. With the help of her sturdy, long legs, but with the hindrance of the lacking nose-to-tail length that caused her imbalance, she traversed the crags with little trouble. Now high on a ledge of the canyon-like landform, she could see all the way down the mountain range... and along with a scattered, yet near, flock of Bighorn sheep. Keeping low, she cast a backward glance at Shalon.