Ain't No Mountain High Enough

Rainy had watched from the sidelines, her blue-silver eyes quietly observing the others. She took note of Talyssa's demonstration and the reactions of the others - Björn’s confidence, Azoula's skepticism, and Cifarelli's attentive silence. The cliff loomed in front of her, a tower of rocky challenges waiting to be conquered. The points Talyssa had highlighted glared back at her, footholds glaring like a dare. "Alright," she said, her voice a soft murmur against the backdrop of nature's symphony. Approaching the foot of the cliff, she examined the first few footholds, adjusting her stance accordingly.

Her gaze, sharp and focused, scanned the rock wall’s surface in detail. She saw rough patches, tiny protrusions that could be used as leverage, and likely loose stones that needed to be avoided. Arachne took a deep breath as she placed her paw lightly on the lowest foothold, testing its stability as Talyssa had instructed. After confirming its sturdiness, she carefully ascended, using her claws as anchors and her lithe body as a measure of balance.

"Arachne Klein"