Sawtooth Spire Lasiurus

Tonravik's words sent delightful shudders down his spine. Her claim was far flung and – as always – ubiquitous. Some might say she hoarded more than needed. To rebut her assertion was to invoke her wrath. How many sets of teeth do you have? Kapvik was all too pleased by her tidings. In the weeks or months to come, prey like cervids might flock to their demesne. Until then, they could wring the resources from outlying areas.
INDENT“Blackfeather Woods,” he hissed. They have displayed enough to earn his rancor. For one, Ayana was a misplaced blast from the past. Her involvement with them sullied her reputation. The girl deserved nothing but pity for what happened to her. Should the wolverine cross paths with her again, he will avoid her. If she was stupid enough to come meandering into their lands, no amount of commiseration would save her from the killing blow. As for the rest, their actions and words were grounds for resentment.
INDENTShe moved to leave. Right. Pups. Gotta relieve the spouse too. If he wasn't torn to pieces by those tiny, ferocious milk teeth yet. “It will be done,” he assured. Should he stick around a while longer to venerate the bison, or backtrack and mark the path up here some more? Or find an alternative, less taxing route? It was starting to look like One of Those Days. Great. There goes my sleep schedule. At least it was for a fundamental cause. That was enough to keep him going, sleep schedule be damned.