Silvertip Mountain Lazy Days

Wind was important to a hunter. Downwind and you could smell them and they couldn't smell you. Upwind, upwind was a problem. Though he tried to stay on the downwind side of things, occasionally one could not help but being upwind. The narrow mountain trail prevented much or any deviation. To his left was essentially sheer cliff the incline was so steep. To his right wasn't much better. His ears stood tall on his head and his eyes were wide and alert. However that didn't help much as he came upon the lion's sunning rock.

The angle and the wind were both wrong. So he failed to notice the woman on her perch until the last moment. When he did he started, teal eyes falling on the lioness. Well crap.