Sheepeater Cliff Looking towards the sky

Dante continued to look up, listening for a response. For a moment, he wondered if she was going to tell him to beat it. Not that he would blame her for that, it was a beautiful day, and some didn't appreciate strangers cluttering the air with talk. However, it didn't seem like that would be the case, for a response came only a few moments later.

Dante rounded the cliffs, figuring there must be a path on the other side that led up there. After all, she had gotten up. It was only a short time before he found one and climbed up. As he reached level ground, he approached slowly, stopping a ways away. The breeze was nice up here, and he closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the way it reached through his pelt. "It's beautiful up here", he said offhandedly, not really directing the words to anyone in particular. With a sigh he sat down. "My name is Dante. May I ask yours?"