Voron clung to the tree, feeling utterly foolish. She has thought to give tree climbing a try, something her brother had been brilliant at. Apparently, it didn't run in families. The black wolf was in Optime form, which was a rare occurance for her. Her coat was thick and full, and normally clean. Now, however, there were bits of bark stuck in it. The she-wolf was clinging to a tree branch some ten feet off the ground. Going up was the easy part; down was a bit more tricky. She eyed the ground warily, as if blaming it for being so far away. Her heart fluttered as the wind tugged as her fur and she dug her claws even deeper into the branch. She knew that there was only one thing to do... Closing her eyes and letting out a whimper of fear, Voron jumped.
She landed in a heap on the ground. With shaky legs, she rose to her two feet. She took a couple of deep breaths then gave the offending tree branch a derisive glance. From the ground it didn't look quite so high. Embarassment rippled across her face as she realized what a fool she must have looked. She had just raised a black forepaw to the tree trunk when a commotion caught her attention. She paused, turned, then glanced back at the tree, saying, "I'll be back," before headding off to investigate.
When she came to the source of the noise, she stared in mild concern. A pale young wolf was sitting on the ground. Not strange in itself of course, but this wolf was in Optime form and seemed almost afraid to move. Voron crouched down and extended a paw. "Are you alright?" she asked, her brown eyes gentle an comforting.