Ghost Lion Crag The Hunt is ON!

Shalon nodded at the advice given by Darsal, she took it seriously, and only spoke when it was reqiured. "I believe you are correct Darsal. Lead the way to the top." She whispered, minimizing the sound. Shalon looked at the path they were following, and found it a difficult trek, she was not used to the hard ground. Shalon prided herself in having travelled so much in her short life, and while she had crossed terrain like this it had never been a comfort to her.

Although Shalon did looked around her, and the cliffs of the Crag were amazing. Almost like the stories her mother used to tell her and her brother about. The land of their mothers birth. She was so caught up in the scenery that she wasn't paying close enough attention to her footing. With a sharp yelp, her paw went right through a crack in ther path they were walking. Her body rushed down toward the ground, and with a loud thunk her chest hit the ground. Shalon was bowed, her fore right paw had disappeared through the rocks, and her left fore paw was folded to accomidate the lack of footing. Shalon was dazed, however she seemed alright perhaps a little dazed. Until she raised herself from the ground, slowly but surely she was able to rise. At which time she found a large gash running down her front right forepaw. With a small hiss she set it down on firm ground. It was painful to say the least.

Shalon shook her head, "I guess I should have listened a little most carefully." She whispered, and looked slightly embarassed.