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He didn't want to look over the ledge if it brought that sense of vertigo back to him, but before long Yami was climbing down the cliffside, and it felt more like a responsibility to try and be her spotter. She was certainly more suited to the rough terrain than he was; Firefly couldn't recall ever living in a place with such steep angles. He wondered if he'd have lasted as a member of Drageda versus Rusalka since he had such an aversion to heights — but there was a crack of breaking bones, and then Yami was climbing back up. Easy as pie.

She dragged the freshly disposed-of fawn along with her, its long limbs awkwardly clattering on the rocks, its hooves dragging in the dirt. Firefly was awed by the way Yami had so effortlessly sought out the fawn and it showed on his face, his big stupid grin and bright eye fixated upon Yami — That was awesome, you're awesome! As she settled to her haunches, he rose to his feet and lurched towards the fawn, then began to pull apart its thin haunch with his teeth.