Porcupine Ridge toy cars in the highway

Little bits of rock threatened to puncture the skin on his paw pads if he exerted any more pressure. He shuffled his paws and tried to lessen the force he applied on the gritty surface. Fang's chuckle was met with one of his own. Ah, well sorry to ruin your show man he barked while eying the long and fatal fall that awaited him if he misplaced one of his paws.

Wanna wrestle? That might send someone tumbling down faster, he commented. Wrestling at the top of such merciless peaks was suicide --and a cruel joke from Finn. He was a reckless male that more often than not got a taste of pain to remind him he was not unbreakable.

What's your name? he asked out of the blue, wanting to change the topic of death and falling. As amusing as it was to imagine he didn't want their words to become a reality.