Sawtooth Spire Decently Departed

The scent of the herds around here were thinning. Their cubs were still young; but she, experienced, knew that they would not last the Winter here if they remained. Surely her mate sensed it. And now she moved to find out. Her long-legged strides took her to him, an ear flicking. Tonravik shared his every mental sentiment, though she did not know it yet. She sidled next to him, looking over the shelf he stood upon and sniffing the wind. The days passing did not make things any better.

"We must follow the herds," she decided at last. Tonravik had no emotional connection to this place. If she felt anything, it was an allegiance towards those she had moved with for so very long. She would not lead them to death, and neither, she presumed, would her mate.