Moonspear Work hard and be nice.

She made a point. It was sheltered, but that meant that there wouldn't be much of a view at all for them, which he didn't mind so much. It made him dizzy sometimes, standing on an outcrop and looking down at the valley below. This, tucked safely in the clutches of the mountain, felt closer, like the Nest in the Copse. A safe, small place where the dragonflies danced lazily. Above them, the clouds parted for a moment, allowing a soft shaft of light to filter down through the trees, dappling the sides of the crevasse in golden flecks. He smiled. It was a nice place. 

Meerkat wandered off in one direction while he went in the other, padding along the area where the walls of the mountains rose up from the ground, worn away here and there to create some small, low shelter along its bottom. He nosed around, before he barked excitedly for Meerkat. "C'mere," He shouted, flinching suddenly as he realized just how much his voice was amplified by the caverns he'd found. He gestured toward three dark wells that disappeared into the wall. "One, two or three?" He asked, wondering which one she might pick to explore.