Not here

“Do you think you could manage it?” he asked with interest, looking down the cliff behind him. You’d think he’d have some fear of heights, after falling and breaking his leg a few years past. But he liked the freedom of heights. He liked it more than the enclosed space of a cave. Not that he let that slow him down, either.

“I’m getting a musky scent. He’s marked here recently.” he agreed. Reckless creature they were chasing, marking so close to a wolf pack. Was this a trap? “Keep it down, I think we’re close” He murmured softly, pausing and turning towards his son as he said this. He slowed his own steps down. Pulling himself up required more muscle as he used less momentum to get him there. Showing the strength in his old limbs. When he found a small warren up the cliff face, he indicated towards his son to take the right path towards it, as he moved left. After they killed the lion, they would need to collapse this den. Wouldn’t do to give anyone else ideas.


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