Ghost Lion Crag The Hunt is ON!

Traversing quietly along the rocky ridge, Darsal had her orange-brown eyes locked on the scattered herd of mountain sheep that was growing nearer and nearer. She was spooked to the point of bristling when she heard the loud thunk of a fall. Looking back at Shalon with bristling fur, she saw her companion with her foreleg caught in a crevice between the mountain's stones. Darsal's heart skipped a beat.
When the wolf rose, Darsal was relieved. She cast a glance back at the Bighorns, worried that they had been scared off. Thankfully, the echo of the mountain did good as well, blocking out the noise before it reached them. Are you alright? Darsal asked the pale wolf, noticing the wound on her leg. She shook her head. I'm sure there's some sort of herb I can scavenge for that, once we're back home.