Rising Sun Valley Frostflame Ridge

Cthulhu scuttled along in Dagger's wake, close enough that she could likely reach out and snap at the juvenile's tail if she chose to. Although the erratic thought crossed her mind once or twice that Dagger's tail might make a good treat, Cthulhu refrained from making a mess of her situation. Too often she did that, and the dirty silver mongrel knew how unlucky those situations turned out to be.

When Dagger stopped suddenly in their climb, the hybrid continued right on passed her as if nothing had happened. She made several bounds up the mountainside before realizing the leader of their little hunt was gone. She turned and squinted, staring down at Dagger as if from some great distance, though she was only several feet higher.

“C-coming?” she panted down at the juvenile with a gleeful little shiver, apparently oblivious to whatever was troubling the pack wolf.