Ravenshook Cliffs Death mittens

She was not fond of the climb and the stones, but she thought that there might be a reward at the end.

Maybe food. Maybe a swimming spot worthwhile. In her wildest dreams she liked to imagine there was a bed. Soft and comfortable, awaiting her aching joints.

Up there! Someone!

...Jumping?

Billie balked for only a second. This was a fun swimmer who had seen a chance and took it. She rushed (in a rather unbecoming waddle) to where the stranger had jumped from. Then peered down below.

A series of excited barks escaped her before she could even think to speak proper.

Her paws a tip-tap-tip-tap as she debated sending herself after the stranger.