Not quite a mountain goat

[OOC: Not my best work, apologies for the shitty post. I realize now that I've never roleplayed in a mountain terrain before, and I am *very* out of my element haha.]

Cannival Cannival found herself wandering amongst the jagged mountains of Boreas, finding the journey much less difficult then she had been warned. In her maw she carried a large leaf wrapped around a pile of bright blue flowers, harvested from the ashy terrain of Mount Volkan. She was told it was called Wolfsbane and that it had pain-relieving properties. It was hard to find, but after a few hours wandering the volcano she had stumbled upon the small plant cluster. Slender paws found their grip quite easily amongst the rocky cliff face, claws digging in to find purchase amongst the cracks as she scaled the mountain side. She wasn't sure where exactly plants would grow in this kind of area, but Cannival figured as long as she kept going that she'd find an area flat enough that plants could grow. As she came around a particularly rocky cliff, a pained yelp rang out from below. Cannival froze and craned her neck around, desperate to pin-point the source of the sound. She wanted to call out, but couldn't without dropping the herb bundle in her mouth. Swiftly she spun around, bracing herself firmly as she angled herself down towards the base of the mountain and began a careful but rushed climb back down. The yelp had come from lower on the mountain, that Cannival was sure, but it was hard to determine from where exactly it originated. She kept her eyes scanning each nook and cranny and found nothing to help lead her to the creature. The feline was about to give up hope, when to her nose wafted the fresh metallic scent of blood. I'm coming. She thought uselessly, scrambling towards the source. A faint rustling of bush could be heard, now, and as she rounded a particularly steep cliff she nearly walked blindly into the tangled bramble.  She skittered to a stop, paws spreading wildly to grasp the rocks and hold her balance lest she herself find herself entwined. Carefully, Cannival dropped the bundle of herbs and began to circle the death trap, finding the tangled wolf not a few feet inwards. "Don't worry! I'll get you out of there." The lioness told the wolf, unable to keep the uncertainty from wavering her voice. A series of boulders reached up above and Cannival hurried up towards them, careful to keep her distance from the brambles. Upon reaching their peak, she laid down and reached out a paw towards the other. Shit. She thought as the realization struck her. Wolves aren't nearly that flexible. This won't do. Her panic built as she stood back up. "This is going to hurt, and I am very... very sorry." Carefully, the lioness leaned down as far as she could from the boulder towards the other wolf, sinking her claws as deeply as she could into the rock as she could to keep herself from falling. Gently, she grasped the only thing that she could reach of the wolf- the scruff on the back of it's neck -and once she was sure that she had a solid hold, she tugged with all her might, attempting to drag the injured wolf out of the bramble's grasp and onto the boulder with her. "Speech"