Horizon Ridge i: the other half.

the trail vanishes; deep mud giving way to the temporarily relief of solid bedrock. temporary, because it is slick even without the coating of mud upon his paws, saturating his fur. the gulley offers little respite and a cursory glimpse is given 'round himself. there is forest at the opposite end and before him is a steep dropoff that gives way to choppy sea below. the waves froth and crash against the rockface.

a shiver slithers down his spine; not easily spooked. though if it is because of the fall that awaits him at a single misstep or the fact that he thinks he feels eyes upon him — a swell of paranoia at the bear tracks that he'd followed and then had vanished — he isn't sure. he takes a breath, steels his shoulders and keeps going; even more cautious than before.