A ghost and a sweetheart meet

As the sun kissed the mountains, a form slid about with a bit of grace, silence being the creature's forte. Spots faded into shadows and pelt melded with the terrain flawlessly like evolution had intended. A long tail being used as the being left between cliffside perches. Hellfire gaze the only thing that could give him away if he held still bright in the sun. His pelt heavy and intended for high altitudes.

That was the creature that was Malemir. Though what made it more him, was that he was carefully working himself down to lower altitudes uncommon to find one like him near these pools, the altitude being too low. Though he had the need to find entertainment in these lower places. His form came to a stop. Water was falling into the pool below, the spray misting his form. He didn't mind, it was cold. His haunches came to touch the ground, and his eyes watched below. It was about a thirty foot drop from here, the danger of being on the cliff with the water being minimal in his mind. Ears pressed forward, he was interested in the world below the mountains he'd been raised in.

Danger being his exciting calling card. Would he do it now though?