Porcupine Ridge Lost in the city of angels

There was a certain sort of bravery with Romulus that wasn't just because of the recklessness of youth. Curiosity killed the cat? More like curiosity killed the wolf because when Rom wanted to know something, when he wanted to find out something, he didn't really think about the dangers associated to it but made straight to check it out. That is, unless he felt like something was definitely suspicious or fishy, if that was so, he would approach with a bit more caution than he usually displayed. So far, the youth had not encountered any sort of terrible death, so he assumed that his attitude towards it right now was okay.

When Romulus took a few steps forward, his silver ears swiveled back slightly as he caught another pair of cautious pawsteps against the earth. It seems like Farstep had overcame his fear of the unknown hole and was coming closer as well. Rom allowed his companion to be at least half a step forward in front of him, less about subordination, more about knowing that if there was danger, it would strike the tawny agouti first and therefore give him a warning. It was rather selfish of him, Rom knew, but he had a strong, healthy sense of self-preservation as he wanted to keep his life; needed to keep his life.

Then Farstep vanished and Romulus blinked, eyes watching his companion tumble over the edge and into the unknown. Quickly, the Roman boy approached, pausing at the edge and peering down at the hole, paws clinging precariously at the edge. His superior did not seem to be injured for he had landed in a hole of water. Romulus allowed a small smile to creep onto his lips as he chuffed softly in laughter but quickly, after that, whined respectfully to ask if Farstep was alright.