a ship with no sails

Bane was a long way from home, but that didn't bother him, for he had almost missed it, the shadow-like form shifting along the northern most point of these lands. The fur of a chest brushed against ground as the wolf lowered himself into the snow. "Leopard... leopard... leopard." Bane wheezed with each breath. The sudden shock of having a mountain stalker being seen had been unnerving for a moment. Bane took to laying low and inhaling deeply to try and register this ground shadow's scent. It was... female. A female snow-leopard. Was it hostile? What was it doing so far away from the mountains. The animal looked fine and Bane... no, this female feline wasn't a common animal. They're species had history, culture, and a nasty claw swipe after breeding in this leopards case.?

The Snow Leopard was just staring over the shelf of ice and Bane began to realize just what she might be thinking. Was she going to jump? It would be understandable. Snow Leopards were dying out, and Bane couldn't even remember the last time he heard one of them scream over their mountain territory, only that he remember that he'd heard it. Still, he felt obligated to try and stop her despite being outclassed should this encounter turn violent.

Bane stalked closer until he was a comfortable distance away, trying not to disturb and debris in his path. The grey wolf cleared his throat and uttered in a quizzical manner. "Mam, are you going to jump?"