Ravenshook Cliffs winter ghost

Tezcacoatl had learned to walk the uneven terrain of Tartok — a name he remembered in an old echo only — numerous years ago and the wisp of knowledg he held helpled to explain how he was not easily deterred from the dangerous inclines and sharp, jagged outcroppings that one slip might cause him to tumble to his death of the Cliffs. He could not claim that such lands were his favorite per say but he traversed it because it was a path and not one that he'd taken thus yet. A few close calls but he'd survived the trek up into one of it's caves and for now, that was enough for him. The locusts had consumed everything green in their war path and the Amazon King held onto the deep rooted fear that the prey would leave these Wilds. All would know hunger. Ragnar had always pushed him to find and then test his boundaries and there had been some nights he had gone without eating due to a failed hunt and the energy he'd spent gone. He was hungry as the famine began it's siege upon the Wilds, determined to conquer everything in it's path and his resulting hunger pushed him to become as creative as he could. The pack wolves would suffer ...but he would find it harder still than them, he feared. He did not have the support of a pack behind him. Though Tezcacoatl had every intent of surviving this calamity, his odds of survival were not as high as they could be; this was something he knew.

He'd taken to the caves for shelter, and in his hunt for food. A rat would be better than a rumbling stomach and while, normally, he was quite selective he knew better than to be picky. Beggers couldn't be choosers, after all. The Rekkr was far enough inside the cave, consumed by the darkness that swathed it that he didn't notice his company as the other male entered the cave. It wasn't until the gust of wind, howling through the cave, past him and into the deep labyrinth tunnels of the cave that he caught the stranger's scent. Abruptly, Tezcacoatl turned so that he could just make out the stranger's silhouette at the cave's mouth and let out a low chuff: to alert him of his presence. Tezcacoatl was suspicious but reminded himself that this territory and all of it's secrets were free for any to come and go as they pleased.

 

i'm so sorry this post is poop. :c