Ocean's Breath Plateau it can be done just not the way you want it

having made his home towards the top of the plateau, vegas had a fairly good vantage point. as he did not claim any territory here, other than his den, there was little need to do any scouting; however, he did check the slopes out of sheer curiosity. today found him doing just so, pacing the peak of the plateau, blue eyes partially watching the ocean as he so liked to do, and partially seeking the potential of visitors.

as it would happen, his roving gaze lit upon the smoke-furred figure of a lean male scaling the slopes of the plateau. it was not his wish to appear threatening or territorial, so vegas merely slid onto his belly and watched, ears erect, fluffy white tail thumping the rocky earth behind him in a friendly manner. a soft chuff escaped his lips, and inviting greeting to his unforseen visitor.