Rook to bishop four

Selene was already scrambling up the Obelisk, nimble on her lithe paws. Citadel scowled, annoyed that he didn’t think of climbing first. The wolf extended the cat-like claws on his bear paws and turned to the obelisk besides the one his sister was climbing. He was strong, but heavier. Which made him slow as he began to heave himself upwards. “I can’t read it” he huffed in answer to her question. “Why don’t you look at them?” he muttered, pulling himself up a little higher.

He glanced down, and wondered what the ground would feel like if he fell. Probably best not to let that happen.