Otter Creek Don't lose your head

Turning himself about on the small ledge, his coppery eyes moved to focus solely on the other Northerner. He saw no problem with trying things, even if they were a bit risky. Things that presented too much of a danger would quickly be tossed aside, so what the other male's issue was, he couldn't tell. If he died trying something, then he died. It couldn't be prevented, and they all had to go someday. The ghostly man much preferred living his life and trying new experiences, rather than living sheltered and doing only what he knew to be safe for sure. Those that did such a thing seemed boring to him, and he questioned whether or not they were truly living. "Death is inevitable, so why not try new things while you're still able?" The question was entirely rhetorical, but whether the other caught onto that or not, he couldn't tell.

Moving back to face the ledges once more, he stretched himself up a bit to see if the one could support his weight. Finding it could, he lowered himself back to all fours, only to jump up onto the next slab of stone. "So seeing new things—new views of the land—isn't worth your time?" Kove didn't bother turning to look at the man this time around. He was much too focused on watching the small movements of water, as well as searching for the next ledge he wanted to jump onto.