Blacktail Deer Plateau I See Clearly Now

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Life was slow on the Plateau, but Malachi did not stop to revel in the momentary peace. The shifting of leaves from green to orange marked the start of their decay: as soon as they fell, the cold times would hit. There remained work to be done, bellies to fill, territory to secure. Though the heavy summer storms seemed to have passed, he kept a constant watch on the patch of mountain he and Dante had marked as unsafe. The new marker spoke a warning, and Malachi added his own scent to the invisible obstruction to strengthen the signal again.

As he placed distance between himself and the swath of charred trees, a clattering sounded on the mountainside caused his fur to stand on end. Malachi spun to face the rock and lunged forward with a frantic glance skyward. A steady stream of stones tumbled down the mountain face and collected at the rocky base, and his breath caught in his throat at the sight of a pale form disappearing atop one of the adjacent ledges. For a heartbeat his voice refused to come as the memory Scarlett stole his thoughts, but he shook himself free and sent a sharp howl in place of the silence.

"Hey! Get down from there!" His fur still spiked his neck, and his muscles grew rigid in his approach. She wasn't in the zone of imminent danger, but by the rocks she'd sent tumbling down the mountainside, this part was no safer than the area they'd closed off to the pack.