Redhawk Caldera falling from high places, falling through lost spaces

Even with her injuries, the yearling led Somnia to a ridge on the Caldera that gave the gift of seeing far, far away. It was only after they reached their destination that Somnia realized with a pang of guilt that she should've assisted Magpie. Still, the view was fascinating enough to take her mind off of it. There were so many dots clustered in groups! Ungulates, her brain corrected.

This winter hadn't been harsh on the wolves, so it must've been the same for the prey, Somnia decided. Well, if there were a bunch of them about, why weren't they hunting them more? In the coming days she would have to set up a hunt. Somnia turned it into a mental sticky-note before letting her mind stray to strategies.

Well, they were sitting on this sharp drop-off. It was too high for any creature to get onto it from the ground bellow. What if the wolves could corner one against it? Somnia voiced her idea, wanting to get another opinion on it. "Do you think that managing to drive one of them to the bottom of here and cornering them would make a successful hunting strategy?"