Lost Creek Hollow A star is born

Ibis made her way over to a smaller ledge, one that rose up like a small staircase of lopsided stone, leading towards the shelf where Nunataq was poised. She managed to climb part of the way. Being so small, Ibis wasn't exactly a creature of great strength or fitness; around the halway point (where most average-sized wolves might have to put a little bit of effort in to their climbing) she hit a snag. The ridge that she was trying to climb up was a little too high for her, even if she tried to balance on her hind limbs. She lifted herself up and teetered for a moment before falling back to all-fours with a pout.

The next time she tried, she did so at an angle. Her toes caught on the edge of the rock face and she managed to steady herself, even hop a little bit to try and get her ribcage clear of the obstacle, but there was no use in even trying. She caught some loose rocks that scattered beneath her agile little feet and felt herself falling backwards — and hit the stone surface of the smaller ledge against her back prior to stumbling tail-over-nose back to the dirt where she'd started. She landed on her belly with a sharp yelp, her whole body blooming with aches as tiny bruises began to span the length of her slim back.