"clifside Lynx" by Heart narsisia foxglove Salaman

he walked up to the piont of the the small crecent-shaped clifside. the veiw was amasing, all sea and sky, with only a  few other small Islands dotting the water. the clifside curved away and slightly down on the other side. then he spoted it: a small face pearing up from behind one of the boulders. slowly he reached behind his back for the gun, staring at the place the head had dissapeared. sc ehh scalish cully... kalics! he thought in keiskalen, his native toung. (and I kill today... dang!)

this captures Lynx- the keiskalen "betrayer" just befor shooting at the on looker, us. 

no, that last word does not mean dang, I inserted that for **** because I don't like to cuss ...Lynx , onthe otherhand,has no problem with it.