There's a Rumble in the Floor

Despite not being the most social of wolves - in fact, Kiela preferred the company of none other than herself far more often than anyone else - the longer she spent with Muzet, the more she began to remember what it felt like to be surrounded by family. The Jarvela were raised to be independent but the ties that bonded family together were strong and undeniable, and nothing could quite replace that, though some pleasant company definitely helped ease that faint longing. The feeling might be temporary but for now Kiela was content to bask in it.

It did seem like the wall might never end. It was no doubt an impressive structure though after a considerably time spent walking alongside it she wasn't sure she'd gain any knowledge by going further. Here the landscape shifted anyway, the trees thinning out slightly. The pair made their approach toward the edge of the cliff, Kiela slowing as it became apparent that moving too quickly might prove dangerous. It certainly wasn't what she'd expected to find either; the sea was so far down that the briny stench of the ocean didn't quite reach up here on the frozen tundra. She paused for a moment, looking out across the expanse of cliff and sea that stretched before them.

Muzet seemed to have a similar idea as she did, asking if they ought to venture down. Kiela hummed softly in deliberate thought as she scoped out the path down the cliffside. There appeared to be a reasonable path to descend not far from where they stood. "I think I'd like to. At least - to try," she added. If the journey down proved too difficult they could double back the way they'd came, though only by testing the path could they be sure either way. Perhaps it was dangerous but there was always danger present in the harsh terrain of the north; it was inescapable.