Morningside Cuesta skaiplei

Another hunter skirted the herd, keeping low and out of sight.

Hanze didn’t typically hunt large prey, as he preferred to boast of his skills as a harechaser and birdsnatcher, and he had no intention of doing so this day. Still, he skulked because he knew it would do him no good to spook the herd and thoroughly empty these many square miles of small prey. He was also after the birds that tended to hang around grazers, providing him choice hunting grounds.

Except, there was a wolf here already.

He paused mid-stride, blinking rain from his eyes. They seemed to be overlooking that cliff he had seen from below many times. Slowly, he approached, chuffing for the flamespine’s attention when he was close enough to be heard. He stood back a ways, entirely unwilling to put himself in harm’s way. There’s a chance the fall wouldn’t kill you instantly.