Silvertip Mountain clang shmurda

Haha, totally fine! Your table is epic, by the way :o

It wasn't a surprise that his rather loud cries drew forth a stranger who just happened to be wandering the cliffs that morning, too. Atreyu lifted his head as he picked up the sharp scent of another male, ears pricking forward as he turned to the direction it seemed to be coming from. While he didn't mind the company, he wished he hadn't been found out so soon, his paw still causing his lip to twitch as pain seared from the twisted joint. He hated to show any sort of weakness. Perhaps he should quickly take off while he still could and just avoid the encounter altogether.

Unfortunately, the boy hesitated for too long. No sooner had the thought of scampering away entered his mind than a dark yearling came into view. Atreyu studied him for a moment or two before quickly turning and glaring out into the distance, cursing his uncertainty. The other asked the question he knew he was going to ask, though it came across as more of an accusation. Suddenly defensive and self-conscious (like he would ever stumble on some stupid rocks!), the Iota gave a swift shake of his head.

"No," he replied, the word spilling from his mouth quicker than he had intended. Realising he wasn't fooling anyone, the boy awkwardly got to his feet to face the stranger, pale eyes meeting burning golden ones. "I wasn't doing anything! The path just fell out from under me," he explained, his tone quick as if he was guilty of something. As he spoke, he motioned to the ledge he had slipped from, giving it a narrow-eyed glare before looking back to the seemingly unconcerned stranger.