Sheepeater Cliff Bighorn Country

If the mountain's face betrayed his thoughts, Bazi missed it. Fish held a special interest for her, the way medics coveted herbs - and she was an exceptional fisherman, but at the expense of all other subsets of the hunting discipline. Large herbivores frightened her, and rabbits - the only red meat she ever managed to catch on her own - required a huge expenditure of energy.

"Yes, always," she babbled, moving her small muzzle like a diving rod in a northwesterly direction. Something clearly went 'ping', because she stopped at a point on the internal compass that she judged would take them close enough to the river without impinging on the plateau. Now they just needed to navigate diagonally down towards the plains.

"And I preserve them, too," she went on. "Works really well with any fatty fish - like salmon, or trout - I just bury them with some salty rocks. They're hard to find, though. I've been scouting for caves, but I haven't found anything yet." The youngster had spent half of her time at the Creek thus far travelling beyond its borders, desperate to prove her claim to Fox and Jinx that she would make a good outrider. She threw a hesitant glance between Njal - whose injuries were healing, but lent a certain stiffness to his gait - and the way down. "Like a competition?" she asked, and began to started to feel her way down without bringing it up. He was older than here, and more than capable of judging whether or not it was safe to venture out alone.