Sawtooth Spire going out of frequency

He felt something like a squirrel. With the winter fast approaching he was diligent in his patrols, persistent in hunting, and generally crawling over this land so that he could better understand it before heaps of snow claimed this spire. He could not prepare for everything, but he could take great strides to know this place as well as he could. Knowledge always helped. Preparation always helped. Every effort towards their survival was important and would help them in the future.

While he was patrolling the borders, he happened upon a pair of grouse picking away at the lower grasses in the reaches there. He'd hunted and managed to bag both of them. He'd been lucky, but was thankful for it. Of course, now that he had them he was back up the mountain and off to fill the caches. Since he wasn't hungry presently, they'd make an excellent addition to their stores.

He climbed the mountain and made his way towards one of their caches. He spotted a wild Nanuk there with her face painted in crimson. He lowered his kills to the ground and lifted his head with a grin. "You look absolutely feral today," he greeted, abandoning his catch to bump and greet his aokkatti with nips and nudges before he circled back to the birds. He picked them both up once more and dropped them back into the hole she'd already crafted. Two birds. One dig. Saying wasn't quite right, but close enough.