Silvertip Mountain chickity check yo self

abruptly merrick's mirth was cut off as soon as it had arrived. he blinked placidly into the looming glow of the place, ears swiveling at the sound of pawsteps. no need to be caught; the yearling ducked quietly behind a large outcropping as shadows flickering against the cave wall revealed that he was not alone.
the anger in the voice did as well, but merrick was gleeful, for this encounter mirrored his first with the boy he had thrown from the cliff. must not be discovered, be caught, be caught
"no one knows what happened here," merrick murmured conversationally, letting his own voice echo against the crystal. "no one no one no one."