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

She lent him reassurance, turning to grace his cheek. One of his ears twisted back at the touch, and Raheerah could only glance at her from the corner of his single eye before they had begun moving again. As he had desired, she remained close to him and spoke in jest at him. It made him idly wonder if there was any truth to her words - was he so heavy a sleeper that he required her assistance in the night? Did he dare to shed smiles when the darkness took his consciousness? Dreams were still lost to him. Only images and memories played in the sights of his mind, and they were not always pleasant. He didn't care to mention it to his companion. He merely snorted and pushed against her shoulder in response to her light humor, casting her a glance that would speak his amusement for her words.

They had only moved forward a few steps, Raheerah's gaze perpetually locked on some part of his companion, when she encroached on his space further and dowsed him in affectionate kisses. Startled by the sudden onslaught, he narrowed his eye and flattened his ears, momentarily stiff. But he quickly retaliated, turning his muzzle to her and trying to gently grab her jaws. Though he very much wished to engage his companion in a tousle, doing so would be risky; he didn't want to tempt these treacherous peaks into pulling them down their slopes. "Coomme." He rumbled, pulling his jaws away from her again with the intention of climbing the ridge and reaching their destination.

The pair was moving closer, and he was eager to reach the lookout point as well as find stable ground to stand on. Though he could maneuver through these paths with ease, Xi'nuata's excitement made him cautious of slipping and falling.