Standing on the Rooftops

Dangerous, yes. Interesting, also yes. At least he was noting the right things. She nodded to acknowledge his words and let her paws carry her. Their path, though precarious, was easy as long as they watched where they were stepping. The wolves of the Spine did not shy at the idea of danger, but nor did they embrace it; they kept their eyes on it, kept it within their focal range, stayed knowledgable about it. This was the way they operated and succeeded, and she would continue doing so, even if he split off. 

A rock slid the slightest bit under her paw and once more, she lifted it away from the ground, pausing to examine the offensive object. Again, it was flat and slick. Gold eyes cast away from it to search the ground, noting that the ground was littered with rocks much the same. Looking up, the tank studied the skyscrapers. "Eventually, this shit will fall." It was a studious and yet vulgar observation. But judging by the geologic litter on the ground, it was just the process of these... things.