Moonstone Quarry black vultures circling the sky

Frøya watched the male with obvious interest as she lingered on the trail further down the steep cliffside. The large male seemed hesitant in his movements, moving forward for a few steps and then stopping suddenly, his brow furrowing in serious thought. Frøya's head tilted to one side, her deep orange eyes gazing up at him in mild concern. "Come on, you won't fall." She called up to him, her dark tail lifting to sway with gentle encouragement behind her. 

However, even with her words of encouragement, the male still hesitated to jump down to join her. Instead he ordered her onwards, his voice more rough and less playful than it had sounded previously. A snort was given, and with a flare of her nostrils and annoyed sweep of her tail, the female stormed onwards — her dark ears pressed back firmly against her head as if to further display her irritation. Males, she scoffed to herself with a roll of her eyes. All they seemed to care about was their pride. 

Following the wider trail as it snaked down the side of the quarry, Frøya was relieved when it finally led down to a large flattened area which met the clear shimmering water. Now her tail lifted to sway excitedly again, as she moved quickly to the water's edge, giving her dark pelt a thorough shake as she approached the water to drink. The water a cold, refreshingly so, and the female wasted no time in quenching her thirst before thinking back to her tag-along male. Lifting her head, she turned to look around for him, the cool water still dripping from her chin.