Flycatcher Downs i can't remember the good old days.

Whittier had grown lost in his thoughts, and thus he didn't realize anyone was approaching him until that anyone was suddenly calling out a happy greeting that effectively scared the crap out of him. The Frostfur turned with a jolt to stare at the stranger, though the gaze only lasted about a second as his back paw slipped over the edge of the precipice and the rest of his body followed right after him.

Fortunately, the bluff was not too tall of one, and Whittier was perfectly safe as he rolled his way down the few feet it took for the ground to level out again beneath his paws. He laid there for a moment after coming to a stop and blinked at the earth that rose up before him. After a second, he stood and shook himself off sending bits of dirt flying away from his pale fur. He peered up at the ledge he just fallen off of, briefly just plain confused over what the hell had just happened to him.