too bad there aren't any cliffs here

Wet. Soggy. Wet. Araxina wandered through the sound trying to get away from the cloying mud and soggy feeling between her pads.
She pulled herself up into a place that still smelled like Syndicate, but the ground was a lot more solid. The slender trees carried their needles high in the air instead of close to the ground. She looked up to see if she could find some kind of squirrel but instead got a drippy face full of rain! UGH!! What's the point of rain?

She picked up a new scent she hadn't met yet! Who's this? She pressed her nose against a pine tree, breathing in harshly and rapidly, nearly inhaling the slivers of pine bark into her nose and tiny tufts of light blue and black fur. Don't know this one! She blew through her nose to clear it and looked around, seeing a bunch of fallen debris and a boy picking his way through them. A not-not-brother? WHom?

He seemed to be looking for sticks, she can look too She'd get a bigger one than him! She grabbed a big one and trotted her way toward him.
"HEY, I GOTCH A GOOD STIK" She yelled through her mouthful of branch and tilted the thick branch enough to swing toward him. If he wasn't careful it might hit him!