Mount Everfall immaculately polished

Darcia, who was typically an observer before anything, noticed things immediately about this she-wolf that he did not often see in their kind. Most wolves relied on physical prowess in expression to their pride, but while this gold-wheat queen was not physically intimidating, she had a set to her chin and a shine behind her bright eyes that alluded to a strength that did not come from size or musculature. He watched her with naked interest, his curiosity lain bare as he gave a curt nod to her invitation. Under normal circumstance he might have refused, but Darcia wanted to know the siren valkyrie, and he was willing to risk it all for a taste.

He followed her gaze and instruction, carefully beginning to heave himself in her direction with a gait that seemed oddly graceful for a wolf his size. In truth, he had to exercise every bit of skill and muscle he could muster to manage the thin ledges, but soon, as promised, the paths widened to expose him to surer footing, and he followed the curve to a wide outcropping that could house them both at a comfortable distance.

Darcia held back on his end, tail lifted and waving in silent appreciation of her guidance as he waited to see if she would brave the space between them to come closer.