Otter Creek bleed and blister

(Figured i should finally get rah out of nsv to play with the other kids ;) )

The sun had risen on a crisp morning; the air was still cool with late winter, but warmth crept into his den in the form of golden morning rays. He had been sharing his den with the equally large and sizeable Xi'nuata, requiring of him to dig into the walls of the den - it was fairly roomy now, dug out beneath a tree growing amongst the rocks of the mountain side. She had gone to meet with the male of Swiftcurrent Creek that aided in her learning of combat, leaving the beast without his light for the day. Enough of the warrior faction ran with the Vale now that he could leave its borders without worry of intrusion, and though he did not explicitly trust them with its safety, he posed this as a test.

Raheerah had found a slow trickling spring born from somewhere higher within the mountains. The oily beast followed, and it led him down away from the spine to where the land began to fall flat again. His movements choppy, each stride seemed intended to be made the second before; he was by no means graceful as he made his way from the foothills into the woodlands, following along the edge of the stream. Eventually, he found himself coming to a halt to partake in the sweet taste of the mountain spring. The beast loomed over its edge, dipping his head to take in mouthfuls of the creek water.

Satiating his thirst, Raheerah resumed his posture, lingering at the edge of the creek. His jaws hung open, exposing the scarred pink gums that nestled yellow fangs. He breathed slowly, each inhale a rumble, a hiss; Raheerah sunk to his haunches and guarded this little creek, reveling in his solitude.