Blacktail Deer Plateau reporting the patterns row by line

As Osprey came to join him, her words brought out a simple smile to his face.  He thought the positioning clever himself.  Right on the edge of a suggestive abyss, a place where the backyard of the creatures they lived among were right there yet would have never suspected.  It was a fun charade to entertain, he had to admit.  And in a way, one may have thought it was enough to cast speculation about what kind of a creature he also was.  The Spine had also been on the fringes of what he thought to be the negotiable compass of the region.

Even when he tried to move on past that part of history, it still lingered.  These thoughts did not occur to him, however.  "Maybe you should try to mix up your search next time," he suggested jovially.  "Perhaps you'll catch one off guard and be able to give it a chase."  And that was also assuming that trolls were afraid of wolves.  Perhaps they weren't, seeing how they could topple a row of trees.  But then again, seeing also they also hid away in all those nooks and crannies available, maybe they really were.  They should have been, seeing how wolves dominant the food chain there.

His eyes ventured beyond that though, to the way the trees sheared off with the downward incline of the plateau.  He eyed the mountains.  "I bet all the trolls go to the valley in the middle of these mountains.  Have you ever been there?"  He referred to the vale well beyond the borders, but seeing how his first encounter with Osprey had been on the other side of the flatlands, he supposed it was reasonable that she had traveled southward.