Sheepeater Cliff Don't Look Down... Ok Now Look Down

@Moonshadow

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A few days had passed and Howl was ready to set off on a hunt. He had been within the pack for some time now acquainting himself with the other members and doing his best to present himself as a trustworthy individual other members of the pack could confide in for his steward role. But the drive to spar, explore and hunt were still ingrained in the old soldier's bones. 

Spring had been forgiving to the Wilds providing prey that had otherwise been lost a few months back during the quakes. He hadn't had a chance to hunt any larger or medium-sized game since returning to the Wilds and was eager to do so. Harder to catch with only a single assailant Howl thought back to Moonshadow and the ways she could help, seemingly the only thing she knew how to do. 

Howl had seen sheep amongst the side of the cliff but had never dared go after them there. Their mobility along the steep jagged rocks would outmatch any wolf. Climbing along the side of the mountain to the top would likely be more level ground and better hunting terrain. Howl also hoped that a pleasant view of the flatlands would also await them at the top, but he would not speak of such hope in an attempt to surprise his companion.

Earlier that morning Howl had sought Moonshadow out and asked that she follow and assist him on a hunt. Not long after crossing the border he stopped at the base of the nearby mountain and looked up. "That's our destination" he said looked to its peak.