Sorry//first post shortness. xD
Rain tore at Criiz's face and coat, roughly reminding her of their journey at hand. The weather had been kinder to them at the start, but not made up for past generosity by impaling them with its might. The water creeping made scaling the pass difficult, the rocks became more slippery than before. More times than one Criiz saw wolves slipping down, sometimes running into others, sometimes getting back up, other not. She had been intently watching the other canines, how they moved and gracefully jumped, how they managed to cling to the stone that oh so terribly wanted to throw them. She had her eyes on Horoza, an alpha of a small pack that lay tucked in the thickest parts of the forest. Rocks and stones abounded there, giving Horaza a skill in the climb. But the wolf's movements had been perfected from years of skill and learning, Criiz found herself a failure in duplicating the swift paw movements. But nonetheless, it was helping her survive. Camps would be reached soon, a flatter surface on the rock's face where the wolves would rest and talk among themselves. Always a reassuring time of rest, the view of it gave her useless, fake hope.