Porcupine Ridge The crownless again shall be king

The young Persian Prince was never one to turn away from danger, the sight of the uneven trails did not deter the scout. His pace had slowed to an almost crawling speed as each paw was settled on the rocky terrain letting his toes flex and paw pads grasp at the granite surface to hold him balanced and steady. Altair was in good shape and reaching the summit of the ridge had its rewards. His jewel like green eyes caught sight of a couple of lizards sunning themselves on a couple of flat rocks nearby - probably not expecting to find any predators up so high and so remote. A wicked grin reached over his muzzle and the chase began. Altair was slower then usual, wobbly over the uneven landscape but he had luck on his side. One of the two lizards attempted to hide under a small loose rock. With a yank of his paw on the side of it the shelter was heaved aside and deadly jaws would snap up his prize within seconds.

A wry chuckle muffled from his jowls that held the small fresh kill and his body would flop to the ground. The corpse spat out in front of his chest between two outstretched forelimbs. Altair had yet to even see the golden eagle that shared the ridge with him today. After all why would a predator such as himself need to look up? Instead Altair was far to preoccupised on what he had caught. Even toying with the lifeless lizard as he begun jabbing it in its side with one of his blunt canine claws. Dance lizard, dance.