He had no idea why he'd thought this was a good idea.
Of course, it wasn't immensely uncomfortable, not really. The sun was warm, but the air and wind was still cool, reducing the need for additional cooling even with the sun above, and he was walking in shadow more often than not. The colours of the trees and plants and flowers were... nice?
There was nothing wrong with them, really. There was a veritable riot of colour, but the green seemed somewhat off and Cliffjumper found that he caught himself thinking there should be glowing, and in some cases more brighter colours.
Grimacing, he tried to tuck the rare flare of fragging homesickness back where it belonged, where it could be ignored, and looked down at the ground he was picking his way over.
Weeds, flowers, last year's leaves, plants, fresh wheel tracks---
Fresh wheel tracks?
Optics narrowing sharply, Cliffjumper started to actually pay attention to the ground and thus where those were going, because this wasn't the regular patrol route around the mountain.
Which could only mean one thing.
Technically, having realised this, he should probably contact Red Alert, or Prowl, but Cliffjumper wanted to have some proof first, otherwise they'd never listen to him.
Just because he'd once or twice had (well-founded!) suspicions that didn't lead anywhere...
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Date: 2013-11-12 02:20 pm (UTC)Of course, it wasn't immensely uncomfortable, not really. The sun was warm, but the air and wind was still cool, reducing the need for additional cooling even with the sun above, and he was walking in shadow more often than not. The colours of the trees and plants and flowers were... nice?
There was nothing wrong with them, really. There was a veritable riot of colour, but the green seemed somewhat off and Cliffjumper found that he caught himself thinking there should be glowing, and in some cases more brighter colours.
Grimacing, he tried to tuck the rare flare of fragging homesickness back where it belonged, where it could be ignored, and looked down at the ground he was picking his way over.
Weeds, flowers, last year's leaves, plants, fresh wheel tracks---
Fresh wheel tracks?
Optics narrowing sharply, Cliffjumper started to actually pay attention to the ground and thus where those were going, because this wasn't the regular patrol route around the mountain.
Which could only mean one thing.
Technically, having realised this, he should probably contact Red Alert, or Prowl, but Cliffjumper wanted to have some proof first, otherwise they'd never listen to him.
Just because he'd once or twice had (well-founded!) suspicions that didn't lead anywhere...