Moonstone Quarry black vultures circling the sky

at her beckon, ridgeback follows. she is but a stranger but primal instinct begs him to follow her like a loyal groupie all the same. no matter how hard he tries to ignore the pooling of warmth, of heat in his abdomen as her scent wafts back his way; lifting upon the soft breeze that touches upon the quarry as he leaps to precarious path after precarious path in her wake. as his paws make contact with the next path, the rocks slip and slide and he presses his shoulder against the rockface so he does not lose his balance and tumble below. are you part mountain goat? ridgeback asks her in jest as he pushes from the sharp rock face and leaps to another path drawing him ever closer to her leading form.