A Stone's Throw from Death

This land was awesome! Karabela panted, tongue out and tail wagging happily as she carefully maneuvered her body up the craggy landscape. Ivory caps stood out starkly against the dark rock beneath like a beautiful veil masking the deadly slopes with mesmerizing beauty. She could definitely see herself living in a place like this. "Now this is a territory!" She turned to Peregrine with a grin. "Now that sounds like a marvelous idea!" Carefully readjusting her footing Karabela shifted her weight to her left limbs as her right forepaw scratched at a nearby boulder about the size of a badger. With a few calculated swipes it gave way and promptly tumbled down the side of the mountain, cracking and breaking into smaller pieces as it went. The sound echoed strangely about them and with a gesture that clearly said 'after you' Raba would turn the next event over to Peregrine. "Show me how it's done o' grand rock master!"