we'll all be well tonight

As she climbed the stairs she heard the call of a great sea eagle alerting above her, the ceiling of the building had collapsed long ago and a tumble of debris lay against a wall, providing a sloped but precarious hill to the roof. The question then would be if she could get down from the roof once she was up there. Hmmm... Honestly, her best bet would be to go back and slip out the way she had come.

Just as she turned to go back down the stairs a strong and fresh scent of pack-wolf hit her like a wall and she froze, trying to figure out where it was coming from. Since the little slip of a girl had spent some time in the musty building her nose had grown accustomed to the scents. Her heart beating in her chest like a drum, was this packland?

She took a few steps around the stairs to peer her way down and saw a massive shadowy wolf climbing them three steps at a time. They were tracking her for sure.

SHIT, Mowenna was sure she was seen and she darted back to the landing and scrambled up the fallen ruins, her tiny half-dog paws and light frame making quick work of the precarious rubble and she reached the roof. Without looking back she skittered across the roofline to a flat patio. Looking over the balcony she saw a pane of unbroken glass slanted away from the roof to the ground. She climbed up onto the concrete balcony railing and balanced there delicately in case she needed that quick escape.

"Who are you? Why are you chasing me?" She asked them loudly after she placed her leather bag down at her toes. She was bracing to bolt and hopefully not break her spindly toothpick legs on the fall.