Porcupine Ridge headfirst for halos

@Osleya had not returned. He tried to give her the benefit of the doubt, but there was a resentment simmering within him that was only compounded by not having seen @Dagur or @Dirtwater Fox in some time.

They left. They always leave.

The only thing that helped stave off the anger was keeping himself busy, and he continued to explore the ins and outs of the ridge—which he was now calling "The Ridge," in lieu of a better name. 

Despite the treacherous outcroppings and cliffs that dropped off abruptly toward the valley below, there was much beauty to be found in between the rocks. Lush forests grew between the smaller ridges that made up this land, and tiny mountain springs trickled here and there.

There was even one stretch of open land when the Ridge evened out a bit on its northeast edge, which attracted a small herd of mountain goats. Hidden in the shadows of the treeline, Hex watched them graze, trying to pick out the weakest of the lot. He had little faith that he could take one down on his own—but maybe, with luck. . .