no diggity

This glorious woman was just her type, full of foolish ideas and reckless ideals. The look she gave Daisy was downright sinister and she loved it. "Oh, I don't do plans. But, I will give you choices." Oh boy, this was going to be amazing. She tried to follow the woman's gaze as she looked around. "Two options! One: we can swim along the coast towards Auster." Daisy had just gotten mostly dry from swimming from an island to the mainland, so that didn't sound like much fun. It took so much energy, and since she had already done it, there wasn't much appeal. "Or two: We climb that." Attention directed towards the immense cliff behind them, Daisy couldn't help but feel her body quiver with excitement.

Suddenly, the woman was there again. Breath carding through the fur of her ruddy gold ruff. Her teeth closed gently around the fur behind her ear. Oh jeez. Oh boy. This was... this was something. Were all the girls around here like this? Daisy was going to die a happy woman. Before she could manage to do anything in retaliation, the girl watched her companion bound away with those elegant legs of hers. The larger woman dropped into a bow, ass in the air like it wasn't the most beautiful thing Daisy had seen since she got here. A rackish grin accompanied the words, "What'll it be? I may even reward you if you impress me."

”Oh, we're climbing that.” No hesitation, and nothing but ballsy youthfulness. There was a huge grin on her face. Claws scraping through the sand, she pushed through the water until she was back on the beach. Her body was sore from the trip, but she was so ready. ”See you at the top!” She cried joyously, and ran as fast as she could make herself. The sand slid her this way and that, but she thought she had been pretty quick to make it to the base of the slope. The cliff was almost a sheer drop into the water, treacherous and deadly. Daisy didn't give a shit. Big paws made her like a mountain goat, and a lifetime of being on the move had made her pretty good at moving across various terrain. If the trees could take root, she could climb it. Careful steps, and she started to pick her way to the top.

The trick was to use roots to anchor yourself. Fitting her paws, one at a time, onto a gnarled and thin root would help her get up to the top. Whether or not she'd make it before the other woman did was the real question.