Dragoncrest Cliffs after the fact

Beneath vast clear skies, his lengthiest patrol for the day stretched to their cliffside's southern edge, angling towards their own coastlines now that his paws had come as south as he had intended to. By now, as the hours passed nondescript for today, he began to wind down and slow to a mosey. He still kept a scrutinizing eye turned towards the direction of Ankyra in the distance, though, daring something to pull his curiosities on this otherwise very mild day--so far, yet, all stayed quiet, and contemplative in his respite, he eventually went on his way to peruse onward.

He stopped to mark occasionally since he was all the way out here and it was very much a habit, so why not, and kept his gait slow in between the stops. He went on wholly lacking the march of earlier, thinking that soon, he would shift gears—if not urged otherwise by the route underfoot.