Sawtooth Spire I'm giving you gold here, people.

He inched forward. Paw over paw, he stole precious centimeters of ground as he near dragged himself across the floor of her hidey-hole. Just a little closer... just a little more... If he could flip his nose around that corner. Shit. His nails gave him away. Curse this darkness. Curse not knowing what lingered in these shadows.

She'd spotted him. Her growl rose in warning as he stared back into the pitch of black and debated whether or not to risk it further. He didn't have to wait long a squirming thing had a mind of its own and it wobbled past. "It wants me," he said, somewhat crazed, but excited that one of his own might just has recognized him. Just a little more... just a little more and he could almost see it...