The Best Way To The Bottom Is The Worst Way To The Top

Philomena was feeling miserable… she had tracked her quarry out this far but had lost it… a deer that had been wounded but alas it seemed to have given the woman the slip in the poor weather. Mentally Philly cursed. As if the weather responded to her mood thunder boomed and rain began to drizzle from the heavens once more. She was soaked to the bone and was certain she was going to catch a cold at this rate. She shivered, glaring up at the sky with a scowl on her face. The Gods seemed to be in an odd humor today…

“Damn it all…” The female pushed deeper into the steep as her blue gaze trailed over the ruins. They were weathered, worn down by countless rain storms no doubt. Philomena approached them curiously. What once stood here, she wondered? She lifted a paw and placed it on the smooth stone curiously, ears flicking back against her skull. She got an odd feeling from it…

The rain began to fall even harder and Philly sneezed. “Stupid rain.” The female growled. She was definitely going to be sick… she just knew it!