Sheepeater Cliff i knew but i forgot

Lasher signaled a break and Junior took it gladly, panting as she smoothed her tongue over her hot and twitching muscles. Before long, he motioned for her to follow again and young Osprey fell into step beside and slightly behind him as he led the way toward a narrow trail leading upward. Junior walked carefully, peeping at the view (the heights did not bother her) but mostly looking ahead, in the direction of the bleats which grew louder by the second.