Ghost Lion Crag hawkmoon

the sunspear would have kept to her path until she breached the summit, were it not for a dark shade that spilled in a ledge not too far from her. she paused, one slender limb bent and tucked paw held raised. there was nothing inviting about the spectre that haunted the slope: he was huge, skeletal, and ghastly.

arunik'ra placed her paw on the ground and straightened herself up, turning to face him. her neck stiffened and she held her delicate skull aloft, studying him boldly as she awaited some sort of action from the grim vision.