Sunspire Mountains If I jumped, could I fly?

The mountains made Meldresi's pawpads cracked and sore. She wanted to get off this hard mountain and return to the lush and soft ones of the Spine, but she had to get this hare! She was starving. The hare was accustomed to the mountain, unlike her. It scurried ahead, dodging and evading her snaps. The priestess growled and increased her speed. She needed this hare!

Soon it darted away, taking a hard right and Meldresi skidded to a halt. She caught her breath as she peered over the edge of the cliff. "Sweet mother..." she cursed. "That was close..." The raven-furred wolf shook her fur, relieved that she didn't fall off the edge. In the corner of her gaze she saw an orange-red pelt. A fox? Her indigo eyes fixed on it. So close to a cliff?