Moonspear slippery slopes

Weeks had passed, and the newcomer remained confined to the area of the hollowed tree. This was bound to change. Taking a deep breath, she decided to get to know her packmates, one ulaq at a time. The mountain would be a great place to start.

Chenoa focused on each step, calculating her footing as to not stumble. As her confidence grew, so did her elevation. She permitted herself to peer into the forests below as she climbed, looking to spot other wolves.

Chenoa's luck ran out. As she stepped onto a loose ledge, it crumbled from under her. She hadn't noticed the cracks that betrayed weakness. She failed to regain her footing, her cry stopped as she landed on a larger outcrop.

She never felt her leg break under the weight of her body. Darkness claimed her as soon as she hit the stone. Unconscious. Not dead, but almost.

AW!, feel free to skip or PP Chenoa