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It felt like he hadn't slept in a few days, but he had been climbing for hours every day, so maybe that was it. He knew that finding a route down the mountain would be in his best interest, so that was what Larus hoped to do - and maybe why he was drawn towards the irregular black shadow of a cave mouth pitting a segment of irregular stone. He hastened inside, only to find it a tight squeeze. After some struggle he came out the other side of the corridor and was faced with a massive cave, one that likely  had an easier opening that he had just... y'know... Failed to find. The young man huffed softly as he observed everything, and was taken a bit by surprise when he saw the ceiling of the cavern had, at some point, caved in. The light shone down in large shafts and the dust motes drifted lazily; it was beautiful. As Larus tread through the sunlight he felt a bit more refreshed; the stone beneath his paws was warm, it was like finding a little oasis. He crept to the edge of that opening to observe some of the tiny plants - they were thriving, dressed with tiny buds of color.


Today was a day to see what the mountains had to offer in the way of entertainment. The pika that went peeping in and out of their rocky burrows up here were quick, but not quick enough; Nynka had dragged one that had only made it halfway down its burrow back out into the sunshine and feasted well. It was a fat and sassy rodent, and Nynka had only eaten about half of it before shoving the rest carelessly into a small cairn of stones that toppled over to partly-cover the remainder of the carass. With a couple of quick kicks of her feet, she tossed some dirt atop it too, still not really burying the thing well in all honesty but, as she was growing bored and didn't particularly want the rest of the critter at this moment, she didn't really care. If some other creature who was too slow and sad to catch their own meals was going to scrounge her discards, oh well. Right now she wanted to keep exploring. And so she bounded onward, and was intrigued to find herself in short order approaching the entrance to a bigger and rockier burrow. No, not a burrow...a cave, the sort of "burrow" Mother Nature dug all by herself.

It smelled only a little musky, and there seemed to be plenty of room for a little weasel like herself, even with her belly still somewhat distended from her meal a short while ago. She popped her head in, blinked at the seemingly deserted narrow entryway, and then the rest of her followed in short order. Beyond the gritty slope that led inside, there was still a fair bit of light; Nynka saw as she scurried along that this was largely the result of several small holes higher up, which led back out into the great outdoors and had allowed a few cold puddles to collect on the floor of the long cavern, to boot. She skirted to the left of one puddle and to the right of the next, a wider expanse of water that almost merited the name of pond. A few hardy little bits of greenery had found its edges hospitable to colonize. Nynka jittered along, and stopped only briefly a few times to sniff; she wondered how far this hollow would lead and why all the scents inside it seemed to be old and dusty things. Admittedly, it might not be ideal to be rained upon by every storm in one's own burrow, but otherwise this place seemed hospitable to animals as well, not just the odd venturesome mosses and mushrooms and things. The small cavern seemed to be beginning to slope upward again now however, with a couple of larger patches of sunlight that raised the temperature a few degrees. Nynka sped up, smelling a waft of fresh air and eager to see where she might emerge from here— and then suddenly stopped, whiskers aquiver. In a flash she turned back around, back to where one of the increasingly large swiss-cheese holes in the widening burrowlike cave's sides had flashed off of a shiny bit of rock that had caught her eye among the encroaching spring-budding greenery. It put her in mind of the gleaming, shrilly bleeping box-thing she had found at the wolf-infested crash site not that long ago—but smaller, and much less polished. She skittered up to where she'd espied the gleaming speck, and gleefully placed her tiny paws on either side of a nice wide vein of intermingled mica and pyrite. Some small pieces of it even seemed to be coming loose, as a bit of experimental scratching showed her.

As her claws grabbed at the shining specks she was delighted to see one chunk of it flashing even brighter in the fortuitous shaft of sunshine as it was worked free— and then she squealed indignantly, as a sudden large shadow loomed somewhere behind her and darkened the whole expanse, leaving her once-glittering treasure merely a small bit of dull rock for the moment. Hey, you! Watch where you're walking why don'cha! She spun half-around and danced in place in irritation. Oh great. It was another of those blasted high-and-mighty interfering wolves, wasn't it.

He liked it here — or rather, he did, until this voice came screeching out of nowhere at him. The man was so taken aback by the vivacity of the voice - and the high pitch of it, which stung his ears in ways he couldn't express - that he staggered backwards as if struck. His tail shot up defiantly and his ears shifted forwards atop his skull. If anyone could've witnessed this, they'd have sworn he looked just like his father in that moment of haste and indecision.

Then he saw the culprit: a pale-coated rodent of some kind that looked like dinner. But Larus was still perplexed; how did this thing know how to talk to wolves? How was it still alive with this knowledge? His brows furrowed in a frown but he didn't ask such questions. Rather, he sank back on his haunches and watched the weird thing for a moment, then said, Uh, sorry. He was apologizing a lot lately -- but wait, why was he apologizing to this little thing? Larus felt a little conflicted, and with a snort he threw an addendum on to his previous statement: I mean, no, I'm not sorry. You're food and food doesn't talk. What are you? After this, he got back up and took a bold stride back to his position, looming over the pale creature, and then extended a paw to poke at it.
For just an instant, she was surprised and even pleased—this interfering beast of a wolf was going to work with her, here? He was going to listen to her perfectly calm and reasonable suggestions? That would be a real shock of a change. But he tottered out of the way of the light and sunk back onto his big fat hairy rump in embarassment. Well then...!

But she should have known: of course it was too good to last. He started to offer up a befuddled apology, which Nynka was just about prepared to accept when he then went right back and immediately contradicted himself. Couldn't trust a single thing that came out of these damn canines' mouths, really, now could you. Sheesh!

 Oooh, just listen to the big bad wolf, she sneered. He almost knows how to be polite, but then just can't stand it when he's talking to anyone smarter than him, now can he. Too dumb to even know that weasels aren't prey! Her opinion of this one had immediately bottomed out: obviously he was even dumber than most of his already quite thick-skulled brethren. Hmph...wolves! If any of them had been born with even a single whiskerful of sense, they'd never have been canines, she supposed disdainfully. If anything it had been foolish of her to even allow for an instant that there might be one of them even a little smarter or more considerate. They were the ones up yowling at the stars every night, after all, interrupting the sleep of every halfway decent beast.

Nynka snapped in the direction of the hairy paw that was shoved in her direction even as she spun aside from it. She was lightning-quick, though she also wasn't really aiming to do any particular damage or even to necessarily connect— she just wanted to make sure it didn't make any claims on either her body or her shiny rock, really. Don't you get any ideas about stealing it, either! she snapped. It escaped her that this creature probably wouldn't even know what she was talking about, or necessarily desire the same shiny rocks that she did. Of course any creature ought to be putting the exact same values on everything that she did, after all. It's my treasure, I saw it first and I've already claimed it! She let him get a really good look at her needlelike teeth as she puffed up her patchwork white and brown fur and emphasized her warnings with a loud hiss. You can have that green crap over there instead, she added with a disdainful little toss of her head at the small things that were growing further up nearer the long cave tunnel's exit. That did seem like the stuff the wolf had been examining in the first place, after all, she belatedly realized—the weirdo. Maybe he'd actually even find that offer tempting, who knew.