<blockquote><ul><b>ooc</b>→ Uhhm, let's just say this takes place AFTER Ozera is accepted...? Can I do that?I don't know, it would just make more sense if she wasn't a loner, I think.</li></ul>Her claws scraped unmercifully on the jumble of rocks, as Ozera's paws fought to find some sort of purchase. It was difficult, because as she descended farther down the ridge, she noticed little creeks and streams soaking the rocks, making them slick and treacherous. And it only got worse. The farther down she went, the more water there seemed to be. <i>Don't think I'll want to come back here.</i> Maybe it would be better in the spring, but right now, the tongues of water were like fingers of ice. The snow everywhere wasn't helping things either. At least she hadn't fallen yet.
Wait.
<font style='margin-left:20px;'><i>KERSPLUNK!</i></font>
"<b>That's better,</b>" she grumbled, her voice and soggy fur coat dripping with sarcasm. Expectations: haul drenched pelt up onto a higher ledge of rock, shake until try. In reality, her attempt went something like this: scrabble, scramble, splash, scrabble, splash, shriek, more splashing. And cue hopeless whining. "<b>Well. This is quite the predicament.</b>" But she was determined to look on the bright side, which was something like, "<b>At least I'm not hurt. Or dead. Or really cold and wet.</b>" Well, to be truthful, that last bit was a lie.
Knowing that she had to get out of the water fast before the last bit of energy and warmth was sapped from her body water that was so like leeches, she whirled about, whipping her head from side to side. For the first time she realized where she was. Here, the stream she had fallen into widened into a little pool of water that was also being fed by a roaring waterfall. On the other side, the ground flattened, so it would be easier to get out over there. As it stood now, she was surrounded by outcroppings and steep rocky banks that she could by no means scale. She then noticed that there was a wolf standing on that side, too. All this water had dampened her sense of smell. His dark fur allowed him to blend in with the shadows casts by the rocks as he drank. Ozera noted that he was probably very young, since he looks like he was wearing a set of ears and paws he had borrowed from his father.
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(This post was last modified: Feb 03, 2011, 08:23 PM by Ozera.)