Blackbeak Bluff I'm in danger!

Taunting death was what the wolf did every time he woke up. He knew it was only a matter of time until he woke no longer. The looming danger of aging only drew closer, bringing with it pain and illness. To exist was to taunt. A younger Pepper would've reveled in the opportunity to tell death off. But he understood now that it was senseless. Death would come some day. It was no race, no unpaid debt. There was nothing he could fight. It simply was. 

"Rocks near the edge can give out. Should be fine 's long as we're sittin'. But I wouldn't go movin' around too much."