Sounds like a good time to me

The sound of moving stones caught the clay furred wolf as they poked their sandy mask out of his den. Their ears perked as he was in full caution mode. Their tail spiked up and flicking to the left. He was quite uneasy about the new approach. Vashou's brown and red muzzle looking over the cliff side to see who had found their way into his area. His gaze finding its way to the white and gold female wolf. He wasn't the aggressive sort so he was unlikely to try and attack anyone without proper reason. He muttered under his breath, "What do we have here?" He paced back and forth slowly on the ledge trying to figure his best approach. The small weasel began to trail behind him quickly. Trying to keep pace with him. However, curiosity soon enough got the better of him as he slowly walked towards a stable enough descending point.
"Here we go," he muttered to himself. Pushing himself forward and scooping up his weasel companion in his maw as he moved forward. Turning his head back and letting the small rodent grasp onto his body. He began his hasty slide downward scattering stones in various directions warning of his approach.