Om Nom Roadkill

It was not long before the shape of a wolf could be seen ambling through the forest, and Pere's ears perked upwards in interest at the newest arrival. Anything less than a mountain lion was fine by her, of course! Then again... she squinted. What exactly was coming out of it's mouth? He lifted his head, obviously having seen her as well, and called out. She couldn't help but smile back, amused at his somewhat obvious observation. "Oh, you're definitely right about that. I used to climb higher, but I don't like to cheat death more than once in a day if I can help it." She spared a quick look to the ground. "I think the most I'd get here is broken bones, but at that point death almost seems more merciful." She'd broken most of the toes on one paw once, and that was plenty bad enough! She didn't want to think about breaking an entire limb, or worse. Tsiry clambered down from higher up to sit next to her on her own girthy branch. "Besides," she tilted her head in the lemur's direction. "I've got a good teacher. Say, you haven't seen any mountain lions around, have you?" She through an overly-cautious glance over her shoulder, despite the fact that this brute looked plenty big enough to fend one off it the kill's owner returned now. Maybe she'd stick close to him for a while.