Qeya River Clubhouse

The lambs would not know the drop until the air rushed toward them. Side by side, they swerved from the hunters, blinded by the hope that they might live to dance another day with the sound of thunder hovering over the mountains. 

Their fall would be so steep, they would die before they heard the sound of their own crushing bones. The rushing air would deafen the bleat of any cries they would utter as they felt something similar to weightlessness before all sensation came to a swift stop.

As they ushered the ill-fated lambs toward the two standing stones, Ksura had a moment to make a choice- and for a split second, he considered doing something terrible.

There was a chance that Sun Eater did not know that they were hurtling toward a sheer cliff- time and time again they had descended over the mountain’s many dips and curves, only to find ground stretched out to receive their scrambling paws. This beguiling ledge looked every bit as benign as all the others. 

The lambs disappeared from view. 

He could disappear too-
Or perhaps Sun Eater could-

And he might find as abrupt an end to his reign as the beginning had been. 

There was a chance Sun Eater knew this mountain- and for that reason, Ksura growled, to catch the leader’s attention, and swerved abruptly toward him. Not to block his path, in case the leader accidentally blundered into him and sent him flying anyway, but to cue him to skid to a halt. 

A spray of rocks was sent over the cliff’s edge as the hunter came to a halt, and breathlessly tossed his head up to catch sight of Sun Eater.