Dragoncrest Cliffs only the brave

All Welcome, but hoping for @Dacio

It had been made relatively clear to Kasatka that, once you were in, you were in. But she was trusting and naive, and she hadn't fully processed the implications that came along with joining Drageda. Despite her somewhat tragic origin story, she was still a hopeful young girl, and she didn't fully understand that there could be consequences to her actions and choices - consequences worse than Mom or Aditya giving her The Look.

Luckily, she had no plans to abandon her new pack. She was relieved to be among wolves again, and heartened to see that there were families living together here - no her family (not yet), but it was a home-y feeling all the same. And yet, there was an undercurrent to the pack that Kasatka had come to know in the marrow of her bones: grief - grief and righteous anger.

It was an uncomfortable feeling, but Kasatka had learned to live with it. Still, she walked on eggshells around her new pack mates as she went about her business - which was mainly wandering the areas that were open to her while she did her best to hunt small prey. It would be better if she could find a river, or reach the ocean. She was a dab hand at fishing, but still pants at hunting over land. This was probably clear to any who came across her this day as she tried to capture a squirrel.

By climbing a tree.

It was a short tree, at least -- and one of the few iin the area that was not a redwood. Instead, it was a coastal cypress, and it's branches were a low and tangled mass of rough bark and prickly needles. Kasatka was balanced precariously on one of the middling branches, inching closer and closer to where the squirrel sat on the far, narrow end of the branch.