Turn about

Xina's looking around has her spy a natural trail through the grand sharp slopes. She dashes up it, stone stairs taking her up to a higher elevation. She passes a few spindly young evergreen trees as she nears the crest of the path. The sound of bleating alarmed sheep catches her wandering attention and she stops, setting her dark ears on a swivel. The sound came from... up? Araxina looks up along the slopes, a cliff edge high over her head. She didn't see any sheep but she did see a large form of a wolf there. She narrows her eyes and in the sun she barely catches a brilliant shade of purple. Are they spying on her? Ew.

She's been told not to stick her tongue out at strangers, and she bites it to keep from doing just that. Instead, she picks up her pace and races to the top of the path. The narrow steps were choked with loose stones and green bushes. A thin layer of snow covered the rock shelves around her.