Sunspire Mountains Eptesicus

Wanna fade this? D:

With Tonravik's disinterest in moving away from where they were, Echelon turned with her towards the den.  In a way, she understood and yet did not, and perhaps never would.  This necessity about Tonravik to idle troubled her, but perhaps not as much as knowing that her time was near did.  There were no guarantees about life that they were aware of, other than the fact that they lived and eventually met an die.  Hopefully, whatever ends there were out there in store for them all were honorable.  Some, she knew, would not.

With a rough shake of her coat, she also shook the morbid thoughts away.  Whelping was something where all cards and bets were on the table.  And if Tonravik thought that time was near, then she would not trouble her by encouraging her to go elsewhere.  So with some note of resignation in her posture, Echelon opted to wind in close to her again, a low whine lodged in her throat as they retreated back towards the den to rest.