Sel jumped along the cliff's edge, enjoying the puffs of red sand and rock that came up from between his paws as he did so. He loved racing along the cliffs, looking out over the distant horizon, and dreaming of what laid in those lands.
The stories that came into his head, he used to amused his siblings. Sometimes they were tales of adventure, sometimes they were ones of wild creatures with sharp teeth and claws, and, of course, for his sister, ones of romance..just for her.
Now looking out from the Prides red cliffs, he mulled over his next story for them. Maybe one about a young cub misadventure on his first hunt? Now that had possibility...
