Sheepeater Cliff if ours was a dream

no sign nor scent of anatha to be found. the androgyne huffs out a sigh, frustrated as ever with his inability to effectively solve any problems -- despite the reassurances of gracious and the rest, he still doesn't think he's done all that much for them. and poor anatha... 

but he can't linger long. and being on these treacherous cliffs makes him anxious. delight carefully clings to the side as he edges his way down, pausing at a fleeting movement down below. sheep or wolf? catiously he edges close enough to peer down, catching glimpse of the dark canid below him. "oy," he calls, only somewhat awkwardly, aware of the inconvenient distance between them that stilts proper conversation, "you been on these cliffs long?"