Sheepeater Cliff i knew but i forgot

the long wolf-trot carried him from the plateau. some tension had settled there, betwixt the ruby and the willow, though he hoped it would pass. 'twas not something that needed to be fed, not with atticus lying damaged in the den of the woman who would have been wife to him, mother to his children. he pitied blue willow for many reasons, though taltos was tactful enough to keep such sentiments to himself.

the day's noon found the delta perched upon the stone ridges of a cliff riddled with sheep odor. he had eaten before departing his den, yet it stirred the primality within him all the same. glancing upward, lasher began to climb higher, disdaining the danger of his decision, a low, amused hum thrumming in his throat.