[Shiro shifts his body to make it easier for Keith to lean against him. He wants to curl around him and fall asleep in the heat. A dangerous but tempting thought. He lifts his head and uses the razor sharp three inch claws on his only front arm to scratch at an itch just under the line of his jaw.] There is. There's that spot at the end of the hike.

[He curls his tail around Keith's waist. There, a compromise with himself. He scratches a little harder at the itch as he says thoughtfully,] It would make a good starting point. It's like that cliff north of the Garrison. You remember it?

The edge of it tipped up at an angle.