Honey, I Got Us a Cat.

Roan mentioned taking a seal back and Iolaire grimaced. "Are you going to carry that thing all the way back to the Armada?" She did have Ila close by. The damn caribou was never far from her side. She didn't have the cart, however. Perhaps she could devise a pole drag, but she doubted the little reindeer could even pull one of the heavy seals.

She'd just opened her mouth to mention the possible crafting of a pole drag when motion from the bottom of the rocks caught her attention. "What's that?" Without any thought to her own safety, the small woman padded towards the rock face. Something white periodically shone above the sharp rocks below. A low, warning growl sounded as she drew closer, but she just couldn't help herself.

Now she moved cautiously, stretching her neck out to peer over the rocks. There was a cat. A growling, angry snow leopard. Io jumped back before the beast could lunge at her, but it made no move. She cast a glance over her shoulder at Roan. "There's a leopard in here. I think it's injured." That was the only explanation that she could think of as to why it hadn't either attacked or bolted.