Larksong Grotto She is frequently kind

She watched the girl with sharply attentive eyes, her gaze following each movement with ears flicking back and forth all the while. The wolf saw the moment her companion thought to follow her own example, and stepped back to give her more room to jump down. When her landing was successful, the wolf let out a little bark and stomped her front feet in quick succession. Yes! That was it! She smiled back and then looked forward, to the next obstacle.

The path down was a little less clear now. Their ledge was stable enough, but the next drop would bring them down onto a crumbled mess of sharp rocks and ice. That would not do. The wolf peered in the other direction, where the ledge was covered in ice. If they could clear the ice with a leap, another patch of stones waited, but these ones were bigger and smoother. More importantly, that specific pile led down to another flat ledge where it looked like they might be able to step down to the next, rather than hop. She sidled past her companion with a beckoning wave of her tail, and looked pointedly at the mess of stones she had in mind, then to the girl. The wolf tilted her head questioningly and waited.