Silvertip Mountain all that glitters is gold

he noticed the shred of--what was it, sourness?--something distasteful in her tone as she answered his question, and the fur at his nape prickled as if stung by a small bee. aditya did not take well to rudeness, and this girl certainly was abrupt.

"not long. i left this morning. i told my mate i'd be back by moonrise." he glanced outside; the sun was low over the horizon, the clear blue winter sky slowly getting darker. shrugging his shoulders, he turned back to queenie with a gracious, if a bit forced, smile.

"you've reminded me of the time," aditya said. "i'll have to leave you now, but it was nice to meet you, queenie."

taking one last look around him at this exquisite cave--he would have to come back, sometime--aditya gave a curt nod to his newfound acquaintance, waiting for her response, before he turned heel and began to pad out of the cavern and down the mountainside.