Mount Everfall do not go gentle into that good night

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The warrior moved with a strange sense of leonine grace that Thyri had not been subject to. She watched with calculating eyes as the inky creature made after the fallen prey. That was all that it took for the girl to follow after the wild beast. They would feast together and it would be far greater than any shared meal that she had with the wolves of Sleeping Dragon. The storm-born used the length of her limbs to scale downward and found that it was just as challenging as it had been to scale up. She followed diligently in the steps of the hulking woman before her and she found satisfaction in her ability to keep up – to hold her own with the beast of brilliance before her.  
 
Just as they touched down where the goat had landed, the shadowy stranger began to tear into the flesh. In that same moment, she threw her skull upward and called for others – names that the young child did not recognize, but she did turn her crown to where they might appear. Her flesh pricked with excitement as she imagined the surrounding terrain to burst forth with beasts of equal might and splendor. To the prey animal, she breathed in the sinew and blood before she sank her fangs into it's hide and began to feed.  

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