Dragoncrest Cliffs Close your eyes and sleep,

He didn't hesitate; once commanded, he turned and left, tail still tucked. He'd cast a look over his shoulder every now and again to make sure that the male hadn't had a change of heart, and would stalk off into the rain, made miserable by the agonizing splintered bone in his muzzle which would no doubt add to its already broken shape. As if he wasn't ugly enough already- but at least he hadn't taken a one way ticket over the edge of a cliff like the cowboy and the shadowy woman.