Sunbeam Lair natural obsolescence

He had made it this far. Upon finding the entrance to the cavern, the only one like this he had ever known, he could rest easier knowing that indeed, these were the familiar scapes of the Teekons. Even he found certainty, especially as he had delved deeper into familiar turns within.

So, with that, he had rested. A entire day, practically motionless after a small meager hunt--it was the greatest luxury he had known in months. When he rallied himself up and out again, the pale Rikudou came to the entrance of the lair and loitered near, slow and pensive in his every move as he picked along.

The sanctity of Ryūjin's old former claim had been kind to him so far, albeit lonelier than he had ever known it. Still, he tried to rejuvenate while he was here and take advantage of it, ghosts and all, since he had nowhere pressing to be just yet. Winter was his biggest concern, but this was nothing new--and he could spare a day, or two, or three? Or he couldn't, who knew?

Temptation of another night's rest kept his paws heavy. The winds that buffeted against his coat were cold, his bones were aching, and a whole mountain range was in his next direction. He stood facing the chill and knew he had to find some more food, too. He couldn't waste all of his time, if he intended to keep going eventually.