Dragoncrest Cliffs My Friends Don't Walk, They Run

He's not alone. 

The dark shewolf is clumbsy, and her pawsteps send small rocks skittering down the cliffs. 
Instantly he tenses, Though he highly doubts the hostility of Nightwalkers (oblivious to their ceased existence) or even Ursus would find him here- when you have been conditioned to expect a battle at any given time ...
He turns, eyes falling on the shewolf. She's pretty, younger than him of course, but pretty. 
The scars on his face twist into a semblance of a smile and he gives a friendly wave of his tail. 
"Careful. There's a loose stone right next to your paw. Nearly sent me Flying."