Redhawk Caldera Some of the worst things imaginable have been done with the best intentions

His nose fumed as Lokie laughed at his incomprehension to understand the joke, but he let it go, it was Lokie after all. Connor shook his coat, the mysteries of this mountain were getting in his head a little bit too much. Connor made his way towards Lokie, the male seemed to try and coordinate a way for the pair to get down, for Connor this was the most dangerous part of mountain climbing. Unlike going up, speed control is key, one wrong move and you are done, he has heard many stories of how wolves can be killed when coming back down so he was always advised to shuffle his paws as knit tightly as he can. The cinnamon-colored wolf lowered his head to find a better spot to try and climb down, he then turned to Lokie with a bit of a serious expression, "listen I know you get excited but you really need to be careful going down, its easier to get killed going down then up." He didn't want his friend to get hurt.

Connor was caught off guard when Lokie suddenly turned to him and asked him the weirdest question that he has ever heard, what made it even more strange was Lokie's serious face. In response, Connor shot his head up with his eyes wide and his face full of disgust, "What? Oh Hell no! Why would you even think that? I mean who even does that?" he retorted. He couldn't believe his friend would think he would do such a thing, Connor would never think of eating his own kind, to him it was unnatural. The large male looked away and opened his jaws and let his tongue loll out to show his disgust, "look, let's just get down..." He muttered as he took to lead this time, and he could coordinate where he was going and shuffled his paws slowly down the mountain with his claws gripping the stones he landed on. He noticed that smaller rocks were falling which gave him quite a worry as that could be a sign of a rock slide, but he made sure to slow down for his friend Lokie.