Sheepeater Cliff i knew but i forgot

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he did not know why he climbed, only that it seemed to satisfy a deeper longing within him, a void thus far unfulfilled. and though it was foolhardy, the celt no mountain creature, he hauled himself ever higher, pausing only to let tongue loll in a pant as his toes gripped the edge of of a tiny stone shelf. it was then that he heard a voice, but distant as it was, lasher did not hear its words. murkwater eyes narrowed; the slim form of a dark young wolf had darted toward the foot of the cliff.

fanacht ann! the delta called down to what he supposed were one of the children, come to follow him upon the slopes. a great anxiety seized taltos; he should not have clambered so high. thus, he began to make his way back to the safety of the earlier cliff in an ungainly fashion, hoping to deter his companion from imitating his dangerous decision. such was his distress that lasher did not realize he had spoken the tongue of the glen, sliding unbidden into it.