Shadow Mountain Rockclimbing fiend

Small, silvery paws tapped against the hard rocks lining the mountainside, paw pads hardened and slightly chipping as they rubbed against the rough material. Stinging pain stabbed his aching paws as the coyote jumped again, claws scrambling on the smooth stone as he dragged himself upwards to an unsteady perch. Pluto was both out to explore and to prove to the world that where others failed, he could excel in. He was small and light enough to leap across the boulders with little worry of them crumbling and sending him plummeting back into the earth. He was about six feet up now, and with every jump, it was getting harder to find a firm, safe place to hang onto. His tufted haunches wiggled, rump raising into the air before he leaped again, four paws skidding and claws hooking onto another rock as he grunted quietly to himself. For a moment, he laid down and sighed, catching his breath before rising back to his full, unimpressive height.

Pluto's scarred muzzle poked over the edge of the boulder, dark eyes flicking down to the earth far below before fully returning back onto his platform. He sat, rump planting onto the rough rock as he proudly raised his head towards the sky. Yes, this was where the coyote belonged, looking down on the dumber, slower, cowards that were other canines. This was where Pluto belonged. He was witty, swift, and prideful; able to survive on his own and do other tasks that other canines could not. Perched on his throne of stone, the figurative king of the forest nobly curled his tail around his paws and lowered his head slightly, once again staring downwards at the earth far below with his usual snide smirk etched into his lean muzzle, pride and distaste mingling in his ebony optics in a constant battle for dominance. Pluto could almost hear his imaginary subordinates cheering his name, waving their tails and accepting him, a coyote, as the proper King of Canines. It was quite enjoyable, the male couldn't lie.