Hoshor Plains taking pages from a magazine

masa speaks a voice of logic and she was intent on listening, if it were not for the sudden commotion overhead. the rockfall started small, a few pebbles, but they quickly increased in size and she motioned for the pair of them to move a few paces back to avoid being flattened like pancakes.

once out of immediate threat of being crushed, her neck returned to it's previous position of looking upwards. there in the far heights of the cliffside, just within her eyesight's capabilities, was a chase.

a cougar set after one of the bighorn sheep, though a poor decision in attack left both creatures stumbling and falling down the rocky landscape. miraculously, the cat stood with prey in mouth after falling enough of a distance to end most other creatures.

she turned to her stalwart companion, "perhaps if the fall does not kill any trespassers, that cat will."