Heath had not wished to startle his pack mate, though he certainly had. The wolf hybrid slowed his approach and stopped in his tracks when the other male turned with a warning in his gaze and stance. Heath knew that look, and didn't judge it. He had felt those feelings, known the weariness even though he was in his own homelands. But it did not take him long to relax, which was a good sign for Heath. He was far from a threat to another pack mate, and his curiosity was peaked and the interest made for a friendship to likely blossom between the two.
The male took a few more step towards the cliff, looking at the male in the corner of his eye as he spoke to explain what it was that he was trying to do. Noticing the rope, and a lack of something to tie it to Heath figured that he would really need someone to help him. Down there? He asked slightly rhetorical. It was far to the sea, and he couldn't think of a wingless beast that would ever survive such a fall. But when all was explained Heath understood what he was really trying to do. The coy-wolf liked the idea, liked it a lot actually. And the other seemed to be set on doing it, whether or not he had the spotter he needed.
Shrugging slightly Heath wore a small grin as he agreed, Sure. What was there to loose? If the other male couldn't reach it then he would just climb on back up with a little help form Heath. Nothing to it, right? Heath nodded to the rope, Maybe that should go around your waist? Then the male remembered something fairly important, Oh, I'm Heath. By the way. His black hand was extended in introduction.
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