Rising Sun Valley thin thread

The she-beast scrabbled up the unpleasantly curved crag, relieved to put distance between her and the much larger brute. The stone was proving difficult to scale any further -- black and slick, she was faced with the impenetrable face of ice.

Frustrated by the lack of progress she whirled about on her narrow shelf, peering down at the powerfully built male. Seeing him again only reaffirmed her sentiment it was best the two did not entangle. "What? Is the wolf too fat?" Her jab was uttered in the octave of a sarcastic tone -- see, she was perfectly capable of playing -- just not in a fashion most sentient beings found enjoyable.