Sawtooth Spire set fire

An ear twisted behind to catch the faint approach of another. Muzzle tipped to deposit the little trophies amongst the pile. While it was not an enormous offering, compared to the plethora of caribou and moose, it was something. 

The bump to hind end uprooted the Eta, a sharp jerk of forelimbs keeping the animal upright. A spin of sinuous body immediately sought to retaliate until dangerous glare fell upon that of his bear-wolf guide. There was a playful little smile cavorting about her features that was both inviting and formidable. The spider's face slid into a simper. Teeth gnashed into just one click, both ungainly and excited. 

Without much further conversation, posture edged away from the massive pile of bones, for a moment forgetting their importance. The shapely dip of the female's head rooted the inky male fully, taking some time to both admire and respect every little hair that graced a warrior's muzzle. Paws began a circle, edging to the female's left before a bold step forward delivered a small snap to the air. It was a warm up, a grappling process as each competitor considered their opponent.