Sheepeater Cliff die young as late as possible

fur prickled at the sudden sound of a voice while golden eyes scanned the area around him. had he been imagining things? no! a pale figure pressed against a rock caught his attention after doubling over the area he'd just inspected. "will they kill me?" he wondered with a tilt of his head, tail giving a few easygoing sways in an attempt to coax her out of her hiding spot.

why was she hiding in the first place? ah, maybe she's ugly! honeyed gaze trailed over what part of her he could see, her feminine features anything but hideous. "i won't bite" he called out, a warm smile etching it's way onto his lips. "pinky promise" he let out after a beat, foreleg rising to outstretch an inky paw in her direction.