Lion Head Mesa Rules were meant to be pushed and pulled

She climbed aptly; doubtless she's done this before.  He followed, somewhat more awkwardly, much to his chagrin.  The second time he slipped he cast a sheepish grin back up, shaking his head.  "Rock hopping isn't a specialty of mine, surprisingly enough.  Gotta be bad at something I suppose."  

He he glanced back, out across the direction he'd come.  He did not think to introduce himself; he did think, however, to hide from her his origin.  He did not know if she was from the woods they were to war with, but if she was, they were enemies.  And just now, he didn't feel like drawing that line with her.  He'd take the warm glances instead, and enjoy a climb as acquaintances, strangers who had no ties aside from enjoying company.

"Do you.... climb often?"  He asked, concentrating on placing his paws as she had a moment before.