Rook to bishop four

Selene was a pain in the ass of a little sister, but that didn't mean he would shirk his duties as big brother. He would look after her, and see that she was safe. He didn't want her to get hurt, and worry of her slipping was doing havoc to his thoughts as he waited for her to get a grip around his neck. “Hold on tighter than that!” He ordered her, even if her claws were painfully sharp in his neck. 


Huffing a little from smarting paws, and the effort of clinging to the spire with extra weight around his neck, he started to move. Climbing slowly down, one paw at a time. His heavy set bear paws offered him a better grip than a wolf's would have. Black bears were made for climbing, after all despite their heavy weight.