Sheepeater Cliff The dark of summer

Thank you! I feel so out of practice. This post came more easily, however...

Unaware there were any packs in the area, the large male had assumed he would be venturing through the lands without conflict. He now realized how foolish the idea truly was, for what carnivore would not want to make their home in such a fruitful landscape. Already, Teklar had been made aware of the goats to be harvested on the cliffs and the fish to be caught in the lakes. Surely that meant there was other game to be hunted as well and where there was prey, there would certainly be predators.

She watched him, her own uncertainties made evident by her posture. Both ears slipped sideways on his regal skull, momentarily listening to the world before her voice sharply captured his attention. His tail offered no response, remaining relaxed against the hinds of his back legs in a showing of neutrality. "I am Teklar," he returned calmly, fierce eyes burning with suspicion. "Do you belong to this land?" Deep tones were plagued by curiosity, the kindheartedness of his mother surfacing on his soul.