Dragoncrest Cliffs do you like this setup i have.

Artaax grinned as he slid backwards upon tensed limbs, his breaths heaving from his chest. His opponent spun to face him again with a similar look of pleasure upon his own face. Energized as they were by this morning's spar, Artaax had grown enough to know when to call it quits for the day. With a chuff, he relaxed his posture and gave a shake of his coat that was cue enough for @Hush to recognize that the exercise was over, and it was time to begin the real work of the day. The two males parted, the mute one to the East and the silent one to the West. Just like every morning.

Thus far, it was promising to be a rather dull and uneventful trip round the borders. The scents he smelled were no different than those he expected to smell. The sights were no different than those he had expected to see. Clouds were gathering overhead, but the yearling could not see any rain yet in them. The day was dull, gray, and dull some more.

Artaax felt his muscles twitch with frustration. He did not appreciate dull.