Blacktail Deer Plateau and all god's people find their place

Climbing up The Wall had been challenging, Lane remembered that much from her trip north several moons ago. But climbing down? It was practically a suicide run, particularly for a woman who was four weeks pregnant and prone to dizzy spells. What would Wintersbane have said, if he could see Lane taking such risks with his unborn young? What would Rye have said? He'd given her all kinds of hell for climbing into that little ravine at the edge of the Glacier's territory, and she'd only been a couple weeks along at that point.

Thankfully, Lane arrived on the Plateau quite winded and exhausted, but otherwise no worse for wear. She looked up at The Wall from her position at its base, incredulous that she had made it to the bottom without incident. She was well-aware, however, that she would need to find a different route for her return trip home... she would be even more pregnant by then, and climbing back up The Wall was going to be out of the question.

Lane moved across the Plateau slowly, still recovering the energy she spent on her precarious decent. Every now and then, her eyes flicked longingly toward a deer herd in the distance, but who was she kidding? She didn't have a prayer of bringing down a deer on her own, in her current condition. Instead, she aimed for a different splotch in the distance, one that happened to be a little more wolf-shaped. As neared, she called out a greeting, in hopes that the wolf wouldn't move any further away before she could catch up.

"Hey there! I've got a question for you..?" Despite her slow pace, she was still huffing and puffing, and her voice emerged a little breathless.