Moonstone Quarry black vultures circling the sky

The snort offered up by the male roused one from Frøya in return. Though she hadn't had the chance to properly inspect him, given the distance that remained between them, she could tell that the male certainly was much larger than her in size, standing both taller and broader then her shoulder to shoulder. She imagined how big and imposing he might seem when standing up close to her, something she would have to find out once they reached less precarious ground at the bottom of the quarry. 

Dark ears lifted up to listen to his suggestion, feeling her cheeks grow hot with embarassment as he pointed out a path that she had neglected to notice in her hurry to advance down to the water. Silently, Frøya turned about herself and stretched down past the brush to place her paws on a path further down the cliff. With an awkward hop her rear limps followed, before she bounded forwards again, feeling pretty pleased with herself as she looked to see how the larger male would get on. 

The path she now stood on was much wider than those further up the quarry, easily allowing for two wolves to stride side by side if they so chose to. Noticing this, Frøya decided to linger for a moment to finally allow the dark grey male to catch up to her. He had proved himself helpful in navigating the trails, so perhaps now he deserved not to chase along after her quite so much. She would even give him the opportunity to lead the way, if he so wished.