Sawtooth Spire glazed eyes, empty hearts

Tonravik sniffed at the whole unexplored area. With nothing threatening looming in the immediate vicinity, she felt comfortable in doing what they would here. Her ears followed the movement of her mate, but it was only when she heard a heavy thud that she turned to see he was out of sight. She was quick to move to the edge in an anxious bound, and there he was, alive and well. She exhaled heavily, unknowingly holding her breath and swallowing her anxious whine. Relief came from her in waves... and Tonravik's eyes flit over him. He was safe.

So she followed suit, muscles rippling in her furs before she jumped downward to meet him. Her feet touched the earth, and her body felt the impact she had braced herself for. Her eyes themselves now could see the lagoon, and the sweet scent of freshwater hit her nose. Tonravik slid to his side, noting that very fish she had seen in the river floundering in the shallow waters deep enough for it to swim. She took another step forward, and within the rock walls came the river pouring through the open rock it had eroded through, making a waterfall. It did not look to be a terribly strong force as it came down... and so Tonravik entered the waters, deciding that the feel of that very river over her shoulders might not be a bad feeling at all. She glanced back to her mate, inviting him to join her with a roll of her shoulder, implying there looked to be room for two.