. . . Clicks echoed on the walls of the cave. Rina claws clicking against the cold stone of her prison. She had trusted that cat, only to be abandoned. A growl rumbled in her throat which was magnified again the the cave. The food Silverback had given to her had been long eaten, the bones sucked clean and lay to waste at the entrance. The only thing keeping her alive was the stalwart flow of water dribbling through at the entrance. She had caught a few small rodents, and a few birds that had attempted to roost in the depths of her "home". Nothing had been coming lately as the cold was drawing in. Being near to the top of a mountain next to a massive waterfall did not help with trying to keep warm Rina needed to get out of here, and fast. She had already begun getting thinner and thinner. Her ribs now showed where there before lean fatty muscle. The ledge was too far to just jump. She would have to be careful about it. She poked her head through entrance. There were a few, inconstant ledges along the Cliffside. Her best hope at any form of escape. With a quick look at what had been her home for the past season and half, she backed to the opposite side of her prison. Paws ran and leapt. Barely clinging to the ledge, Rina scrambled onto the narrow jutting stone. Panting maniacally, she stood pressed up against the cliff. This is going to be hard . . .

A golden maiden walked nimbly up the cliff face, broad paws receiving enough purchase on the rock wall to allow her to scramble up the mountain. Her graceful steps brought her within sight of an emaciated she wolf who looked on the verge of sheer panic. "Need some help?" She asked the stranger, grinning. She wasn't trying to be mean, only attempting to calm down the fearful, oddly marked dame by adding some humor to the situation. Lean muscles bunching, she leapt to the ledge opposite the other wolf, facing her calmly with a slight smile. She was trying to seem non threatening so the other would accept her offer of assistance. A strangely long tail would sway behind her to keep her balance, hanging at full length off the ledge she stood on. Long legs and broad paws kept her balanced, her dancers frame flowing with the strong winds of their immense height instead of fighting them, preserving her energies. OOC: Sorry it's so short and crappy... and this is how you hold a conversation