Blacktail Deer Plateau There might be coffee

This one's for you, @Fireblaze! And you are more than welcome to call me Kat. :)

Peregrine perched on the edge of the plateau, his face pointed toward the eastern horizon as he patiently awaited daybreak. It had taken him almost an hour to get here and his leg was sore for his effort, yet he felt freer than he had in weeks. He sucked in a deep breath, held it, then let it out in a long, low whoosh. To him, the air tasted fresher than it did deeper in the woods, where he'd been trapped since breaking his leg.

He momentarily turned, his black muzzle pointing downward toward the sprawling grasslands below. The ribbon of Whitefish River sparkled dully in the pre-dawn light. Peregrine licked his lips, realizing suddenly that he was very thirsty. As soon as the sun rose, he would rise too and head toward the nearest source of water for a drink.