Porcupine Ridge i don't see how you can hate from our side of the club

She had been staring out into the skies above them, and so he returned his gaze back down to the soils, where he could see vague pawprints pressed into the earth. Raheerah narrowed his eyes, and began to follow the trail with his gaze before he felt a sharp nip on one of his ears. The sensation caused him to unleash a thunderous snarl as he wrenched his head up and locked his gaze upon the one that nipped him. The fury born of her unexpected assault died down as quickly as it had risen; blazing in his single eye, it was extinguished as he heard her voice. Some sense of guilt filled him at having responded so harshly. She was right. For as long as he may trail after the foolish white female, he may never even find her again - Xi'nuata was right here before him, and he would be a fool himself to neglect her.

Raheerah snorted and pressed his shoulder into hers again, an attempt to assure her that his violet feedback was without true malice, and to offer a silent apology. "Doo nott." He rumbled stiffly, side-eying her. "Iiff yoou shaaall slip, mmy cluumsy paawws woould briing me to jooin yoou at the bottomm." Raheerah answered and peered away from her again. He was hardly agile enough to race down the mountainside trying to save her from tumbling away.

The dragon straightened and rolled his shoulders back. The stench of the Creek female bothered him still, but he matched his companion's observation. Despite however recently she had come here, her trail led away from the Vale. She was likely nowhere near here. Raheerah placed his focus on his light, leaning towards her and pressing his nose into her nape with a silent indication of his desire to carry on. His paws legs churned and drove him forward again, but he continued to watch Xi'nuata, as if truly concerned that she would toss herself off the edge of the ridge if he did not provide her ample attention.