There were cliffs not too far from here. They were relatively short, a mere thirty or so feet compared to the hundreds of Khuuramch’s, but plenty high enough to kill you if you fell from them. The squirrel hadn’t said anything about the pony falling off, or even attempting to climb them, but animals rarely knew the kind of information ponies wanted to know. This particular pony could’ve been a pegasus, perfectly capable of avoiding the bear altogether. But Catskill didn’t know, so she had a duty.