Life Doesn't Discriminate Between The Sinners And The Saints

Karabela ignored her bleeding paws and the cut that ran down her right foreleg. She was going to make it to the top of this mountain if it killed her. Yea… she should've paced herself but this was not the time to be meandering about aimlessly. She'd done enough of that lately. Raba allowed herself a moments pause to catch her breath. Reaching down she cleaned up the loose trails of blood from where scabs had dislodged. She could pester a healer about them later if she felt the need though they weren't really that serious. Mostly a nuisance on her quest for glory and… well, whatever it was wolves quested for.

Funny seeing you here, Raba.

Karabela turned to see Tinaro and a grin spread across her face. "Hey Tinaro! Yea, I just decided today was a good day to climb a mountain, ya know? Care to join me? What brings you out this way?"

"Speech"