Storm Watch Butte Give me liberty

@Leto

His steps were slow, measured. Each one cautious and careful to not disturb the brush he moved through. His frame was lithe as he went, weaving through the craggy spaces of rock and canyon.

He kept to the lower inclines, not keen on climbing higher. He knew where he was going. 

Slowly, but surely, he moved forwards, eyes pinned to the landscape ahead of him. Until...

Something moved. A flash of white. His eyes of amber followed the movement, and soon after his paws followed.