Altar of Twilight And the doors all closing

The fire-licked woman was here for the view and her own recollection of memories; nothing about the pack. She kept moving, pushed on because there was no way in hell she'd stop for her pursuer. She lept up, scrambling for a purchase on the rock and heaved herself onto the ledge. Fuck...that was harder than it should be.

Taking a moment to catch her breath, she turned to look at the black form, and watched as she seemed to be taking an easier path -- whatever, she was here for the fun. Curling her tail up, she glared pointedly at the wolf. No other warning, yet. Turning away from the wolf, she continued on, ascending up shallower slopes. Whether the follower would catch up, she didn't know. But she'd be ready for them.