no diggity

What in the hell was she thinking when she suggested climbing this monstrosity?! Iskra had done some stupid shit in her life but at the moment this seemed to take the cake. Forget stealing from coyotes and pestering badgers, scaling this hellish obstacle was the dumbest thing she'd done thus far. By the time they were nearing the top, the red woman wasn't really faring much better than her caramel acquaintance.

As much as she liked to be competetive, at this point Iskra figured she'd rather save her lungs than her pride and opted to slow down a hair at let the smaller woman win this race. She'd have to make a mental note to never do this crap ever again. Not worth it. So not worth it. Hauling her starry butt to the top of hell mountain, Iskra flopped onto her side and gasped for air like she was dying. She probably was. "You definately win. And I am never. Ever. Climbing anything ever again," she said between breaths. Yeesh. It would likely take her ages to recover, she may even be half dead before she had the energy to make the descent without falling on her face.