The wolves looked at each other, then to Anita. They both sat, waiting for her to reach the second level, and continue climbing. They both remained reasonably still, making sure to not give away their positions. Hoping that she simply ignored them, or continued her climb.<br/><br/>Lyre and Syron already had a plan for the young woman. To reach the very top, you would have to reach up and pull yourself with both hands from a small bundle of large rocks, and that is where they would trap her. Syron's nose caught the moisture in the wind... As well as her scent, as she began her climb up towards their den. Little did she know, that would also be her residence for a few hours, to a few days, depending on how much they liked her.