Little rocks, and pebbles fell with each step the padding ivory coated wolfess took. Her cranium turned, to findthe pebbles falling behind her on a rather downhill slat. She was a climber, probably more ofa climber than most wolves. She loved to go up trails, or make her own. Left hark twitched backwards, then soon forward again. The leggy fem strode upwards, brething heavily from thelong journey she had encoutered.
"Top,top, think top."
Ruelle thought, she spoke more than she thought by far. Umber-brown-gold voids looked straight ahead for a short time, often turning off the beaten path to viewthe senery.