Hoshor Plains taking pages from a magazine

the mountain is more than lively.

a rockfall comes, thirsty for blood clearly, and the pair manage to survive with narry a scratch. and then, as if that isn't enough, a mountain cat makes its presence and fortitude known.
he wonders how much of a sour spot this mountain edge would be, rather than a disadvantage.

if the cat doesn't fall from it itself. he huffs, either way it'd be one less problem for yellowstone. he watches as the cat scurries away with its meal. if pups come this season, it'd be better too if it was more distracted just trying to survive the mountain than taking even a glance at the wolves.