Rising Sun Valley Frostflame Ridge

“Consequences if caught are bad, very very bad,” Cthulhu muttered under her breath as she dropped her head once more and began scuttling hastily forward. Her eyes seemed trained on the ground as though it was extraordinary to behold, and so transfixed was she that she ran headlong into an unfamiliar she-wolf.

She backpedaled quickly, with fast steps that resembled the hops a crow might take. Her tail curled inward and her ears flew back as she lifted her head, appraising Junior with featful eyes. “Wasn't doing nothing!” she whined frantically in a voice that carried a breathless quality. It was clear from the way that Cthulhu dropped herself to the ground and squirmed that she mistook Junior for a member of the pack. She stretched her neck and nose out toward the female's broad black paws, seeking forgiveness for encroaching.

“Just sooo hungry,” she moaned at no one in particular as she snaked her tongue out to briefly taste ground. It was as inedible as every other mountain, and that made her whine.