Arrow Lake distant solar systems

Mesa was patrolling along the terminus point of a lower ridge when he spotted something moving; he wasn't sure what he was witnessing as the white shape jostled along the nearby rock face, but it was new and curious to him. He drifted down from the ledge and on to the packed dirt along the territory's limit, striding confidently towards the sheer rock face until he lost sight of the shape. It didn't look canid.

As he hiked across a patch of exposed greenery between the trees, he got another glimpse and noticed that the shape had four limbs, and looked remarkably like a deer. He hadn't hunted a deer before, but he'd seen pieces, even eaten from carcasses following pack hunts, so his interest grew. At his core Mesa was some sort of feral beast, and the look of this potential target was alluring. He didn't move his gaze from the bulk white shape as he maneuvered closer, but had to stop when the path gave out to another crevice that he could not find an immediate way around.

It seemed as if the target knew of the limitation, and picked up on his presence with a taunting bleat; at least from this distance Mesa could make out the curving shapes of horns on the creature's head. He worried he'd miss his opportunity to hunt the creature down; how was he supposed to reach something that could scale stone walls? Sad.