Overture Downs golyat

A tail. Cameo. Or not. :P

Nunataq had decided to toughen herself up and spend a night perched on her watch-tower rock. The temperatures had risen a little, therefore it was a little more comfortable to weather the hours, during which the sun had hidden itself behind horizon. The only problem was that a bed made of hard rock was not exactly the most comfortable to have pleasant dreams in. Therefore the girl's sleep was intermittent and fragile. She kept getting up to get more comfortable once again.

And during one of those brief wakeful moments, she caught a whiff of adventure in the air. A dark figure passed nearby and left the lands behind, and this - she recognized - was none other than the old, dark pelted grumpy guy (a pleasant change from all the sad guys around), who tended to watch her comings and goings. Since there was no one to tell Nuna that it was way-past bed-time and hours, when underage people are allowed to be outside without supervision, she got up and followed the man some distance behind.

She was careful to move quietly and stealthily (that's, what she though), excited to find out, where the man was going and what he was planning to do.