Lion Head Mesa Rules were meant to be pushed and pulled

She sang out a note as they stood there, and Colt was hesitant.  He wasn't much of a singer himself, not without some reason to be doing it.  But in the spirit of a friendly exchange, which he guessed was maybe reason enough, he lifted his head and howled.  Not so loudly as to drown completely her quiet additions, but loudly enough to carry a bit on the wind.  If his voice had a bit of defiance in it, likely it was brought by the nearness to the edge and the knowledge there weren't likely many who would dare what they just had.