see the new moon rising

Their nails gently clicked against the cavern floor. Her eyes adjusted slowly, but adjust they did; soon she too could note the mosses and the other herbal items here and there. What they were used for, if anything, she did not know. But her mate would. He did not seem intrigued by any one plant in particular, so she kept with him. Where there was green, Tonravik understood that somewhere there must be water.

Her mate was quick to find water. His gesture was largely missed as the thirsty woman moved to it; stagnant, but sitting not nearly so long as the water at one of their squat sierra's peaks. So she freely drank from it, even as the flame moved to cool himself in it. The leader herself at last let herself lay and rest her limbs, forelegs lingering in the cool waters. She lapped at her forelegs idly, looking to the superficial cut upon one of them that was healing well. Her eyes then moved to her mate, watching him relax.