right on the border, walking the line

The days were long, sunny, and absolutely gorgeous. An appreciator of all things gorgeous, all things brilliant and lovely, Dom wasn't about to spend a good day inside. With his sisters doing their own thing instead of indulging his antics, he supposed he'd entertain himself. The walk down to the rock garden was a good hike, and he liked to play on the rocks at the bottom. Hopping from one to the next, leaping farther and farther, and scrambling on the bigger ones. In his mind, it's all in the name of accomplishment.

Dominus perches, panting, atop one of the rocks. The sound of hooves moving rather quickly, followed by a call and... hm. Brow furrowing, the voice sounded more like one of his sisters than an adult. A shadow moving closer... no, two of them. A pair of reindeer, panicking. Was someone trying to reason with their prey? But then, the voice sounded upset. Dom's thoughts reeling, he could at least try... try to help?

Thinking on his feet, he cuts long behind the reindeer, attempting to herd them into the river. It wasn't that deep here, and they'd swim slower than running. If they slowed down, he could figure out if they were trying to eat the suspiciously small beasts, or reason with them.