Lyre and Syron looked to each other as she began to climb, using the hook and rope. They watched her make her way up the cliffs, and then more on to the second section. Lyre watched as the hook flew up to the top, and hooked around one of the large roots of the trees. He slowly walked out of the darkness, knowing she couldn't see him because she was climbing up the cliff side.<br/><br/>When her hands grabbed the final ledge to pull her up, Lyre set his paws on them, and stared down over the cliff at her. He was heavy. Heavy enough to stop her hands from being able to move, to grab the ledge better, or let her fall away. He stared in to her eyes a moment, as Syron moved from his spot, climbing the rocks below her. Her toes could just touch the rocks below, but her hands were stuck, and she was caught in the predicament well and truly. Syron moved on to the rock under her, and jumped against the cliff face, getting higher, so he could put his hands up her skirt, and press his nose to her crotch.