Boartusk Heights For here he owns, that now and then

He stood unwavering, grounded like the Heights they stood upon. Her temporary outburst did not seem to faze him in the slightest (at least from what he gave away), so Zsuzsa would no longer linger on that subject. Two wolves always operated on much better terms than one, given their species harbored pack mentality for their very livelihood. Even she knew in this instance, he had a much better upper paw than her in physicality.
 
Swine it was for the menu of the day and she could feel her mouth begin to salivate at the thought. Her attention to the topic shifted in a business-esque affair when he mentioned the whereabouts of the boar in the area. ”Seems they linger in these altitudes for the sheer advantage of  the terrain.” Typically mountain lions traversed these parts more so than wolves, it gave boars an advantage to narrow the apex predators down to one less. ”If we chance upon one up here, I’m glad to take higher ground to ambush from above.” Being naturally lithe and having more dexterity in her paws, she could traverse the slippery slopes more fluidly. She had no qualms of hunting within the Heights or in the lower lands.