Silvertip Mountain the galaxy is just a graveyard full of stars

the wind was rougher here, less merciful in the way it tangled his fur and shifted his weight atop the spacious ledge. though with it's whispers came all the secrets it bared, the scent of the wandering rogue among the more interesting aromas the breeze had to offer. her greeting pulled his attention in her direction, honeyed gaze roving unabashedly across her rawboned features as inky ears swiveled forward atop his crown.

"not at all" came his answer, an easygoing swish of his tail inviting her closer should she wish to do so. "just came up this way for a bit of sight seeing" he tacked on a moment later, his focus briefly shifting back to the scenery painting across his vision. "what about you? climb up all this way to admire the view as well?", he wondered aloud.