your camp is burning down

Odessa's attention had remained nabbed by the sheer cliff face below them. The birds above had gone unnoticed until her sister made a snarky comment, prompting the girl to raise her head to meet shadows of gulls passing over. Their trills and melodies were sudden, as if only now she could hear them. "They sing of the ocean. It must be warm and happy, somewhere out there." She hummed, watching them spin effortless patterns in the air above their heads. Odessa shook out her pelt, only stepping back as the yearling expressed concern. She twisted forward her ears, a smile of amusement lighting up her visage. "Where's your sense of adventure, Rosie?" She teased lighty and wagged her tail, expecting her sister to interpret this as a challenge.

Before long, she watched as Rosemary took to the edge of the cliff and began to crawl down the perilous pathway that would lead to their quiet beach. Odessa never lingered too far behind, choosing to keep an eye on her sister as she climbed down the rocky path. Every now and then the tiniest slip would cause her heart to skip a beat and her stomach to twist into knots - but she had faith in her sister and her nimble paws. They wanted shelter, to be out of the cold, and the beach below was just that. There they could regain their strength, catch something to eat and figure out a game plan.

The girl held out her tail behind her, balancing herself as she clambered down the narrow pathway. Every so often she would bump into Rosemary, or steel her legs to prevent herself from slipping. "Do you remember climbing the cliffs back home?" She would ask suddenly, a bid to distract herself from the dangers they pursued by descending the path.