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

vegas was not one to question authority, and certainly not to challenge it. it was not, and never had been, his place to do so. in his pack of origin he was ranked below his strongest brother and never intended to take over any form of leadership. he did what he was told, and unless his morals got in the way, he was happy to do so.

Rokig seemed slightly confused by his choice of den location and Vegas hastened to explain. It was an old animal den. Sturdier than one might expect. It has served me well, so far at least. and the view... as you can imagine, it's beautiful. he said with a small smile.

when asked what he "liked to do", he took it as a requested assessment of his skills. luckily, this happened to be something that he was aware of in himself. I am a good scout. A decent hunter, he explained. Good at finding prey, chasing them down. Needless to say, his physical build did not lend itself to bringing down large game, but that, he mused, could be assumed easily enough. Rokig, in the few moments vegas had known him, did not appear to be stupid.