Sunspire Mountains Eptesicus

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Furiously, she dug at the cool earth.

Furiously, she snarled at the stone where it laid in the hole she made.

Muddied and yet surprisingly energized, Echelon had already done a fair job of startling whatever had come near to her. A rabbit that got a little too inquisitive, some vulture with nothing better to do. At least she thought it to be a vulture, all massive and hulking with it's stupid head and it's stupid greasy feathers and features. Actually it was an eagle, but calling it a vulture was better because it had been screeching and carrying on long before the sun was up and frankly that was the only reason why she was up.

And probably the only reason why she was setting at tearing up the spot that had once been her bed over a reasonably nice night. Mountains were the way to go and she was inclined to agree, the air thinner and cooler and bound to have more of the propensity to keep them able and ready. Not dirty tired and sun-baked, not like the basin depths of what had been the Spine. Which was really just a bowl of water now with a bunch of logs floating around it. The toilet bowl of the wilderness.

So caught up in her destruction (and so obviously not doing her job probably), she hardly knew Tonravik was coming.