Moonspear i can't remember when i felt so free

As always when faced with the prospect of climbing down a steep cliff, Dragomir's mouth went dry. But this was no sheer drop and Arcturus was leading the way; it wasn't the same. He would never master a fear by avoiding it forever, and there were places in Moonspear's territory that could only be reached by a treacherous descent.

So he had to brave it out. He followed cautiously behind the Beta, thankful for the man's ability to distract him. Dragomir couldn't say if Arcturus knew that going down on iffy terrain made him nervous, but it absolutely felt like the man was deliberately keeping him from thinking about it by asking questions.

Uhh, he said, placing a forepaw carefully where Arcturus had just stepped. I dunno, not like a rabbit. Maybe like a wolf but if our back legs were way too long and our heads were small. Thinking then of all the wolves he's ever seen, and the vast amount of variety in colour and body, he asked, do all the lynxes look like that? Some animals exhibited much less variation. Deer looked more or less the same. Could there be black lynxes and red lynxes and even white ones out there?

(Is lynxes even a word, for that matter?)