The grass isn't greener

The scent of a sheep was strong on the air, a clear sign that the prey animal had traveled this very path not long before him. Bronze heaved a sigh as he climbed higher, large paws scrambling to find higher ground as he traversed the side of the mountain. The journey was not terribly precarious but he was still climbing a mountain, or at least a section of one, and so it didn't go without risk. At least the day was a nice one, the sky free of clouds and the air pleasantly warm, a welcome change for the generally chilled north. It was the perfect day for hunting, which was exactly what he planned to do. Pausing and letting his ears swivel to take in his surroundings, he continued his trek higher, his hindquarters nearly giving out beneath him more than once as he moved higher and higher.