Sheepeater Cliff -- ᴏᴀᴛʜʙᴏᴜɴᴅ

She shrugged. "So far, so good," she said mildly. "I haven't met anyone besides Mouse and Chusi, yet, and they're nice enough." She was still getting used to the idea of a structured pack. Her family, while it had had some semblance of order, was more of a band based on blood rather than ties of loyalty. Well, at least it had been, before Ichiro had spilled said blood.

Miyako hadn't noticed the goats before Varick mentioned them, but she now heard the bleating above, the little hooves scrabbling against the cliffs. She looked back at her friend, smirking. "They're a little out of reach, don't you think? Best to let one of them just topple off."

Yet as she voiced this opinion, her mind began to work through the possibilities. She was nimble enough, and if she were to scare one of the more decrepit-looking members into falling off the side, well. . .

"I think I have an idea. But what were you thinking?" He, after all, was the one who had thought to catch the goats in the first place. Miyako wanted to see whether his plan was superior to--more importantly, safer than--hers.