Shadow Mountain i was lucid and conscious

The Spire wolf did not mind the silence. Perhaps this shadowy counterpart was mute. Not many felt the comfort in words or knew the precise manipulation of them and what it could bring. There were benefits of speech that, accompanied with body language, could be easily used against others to portray and convey meaning that were not actually present. This slim-set female was met in kind, a steady silence following her approach with little to no worry. Had she desired the skull it could have easily fallen into her grasp. 

More silence continued. The fire-eyed Eta simply stared, slowly tracing up the delicate path of white that curved in areas appropriate for a female figure. It held an allure. Perhaps too easily for a captive male audience. Without turning head or removing flippant interest, the Sawtooth coolly covered the last of the skull with a pull of paws against earth. Soil staunched out the remaining meaty morsels attached to the swine's head. Object was complete. The soul of quarry could be put to rest. 

More silence. Unperturbed, the patient Sawtooth simply waited.