Sawtooth Spire I am the Batman

She chuffed a greeting of her own, but kept her gaze transfixed. He paused, following her line of sight towards the distance so that he might see what it was that had caught her interest. He peered. She pressed the hotness of her breath against his muzzle before nosing him. He nosed her back, his tongue escaping to steal a kiss against her maw before they were on the move once more.

Shoulder to shoulder, they prowled across this rocky terrain as if they were creatures born of it. Practice. These slopes were not intended for novice travelers. The ground was riddled with shattered stone like ravenous fangs waiting to devour any creature who dared misstep. Their persistent passing made them safer for it, but he knew well he was not immune to the snatching of their teeth.

His steps were calculated, but sure as they descended to the lower reaches of their stone kingdom. Fire and shadow. No stranger would escape their grasp.