Sunbeam Lair Horizon

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and it was that light - a piercing glimmer of yellow-grape eyes - that lured sandraudiga out of a suppressive, dark corner of the refrigerated lair and bade him him to investigate the source of such otherworldly illumination. with a panther's languid stride, the phatomesque figure slunk forward to bask for a moment in a slim shaft of moonlight, revealing his flinty features and long, razor-faced form to the wolf hidden neatly in the dry shadows.

he kept his distance, unable to ascertain much about this wolf other than her gender, roundabout age, and the stench of absence clinging to her like an unpleasant soap - the same besmirching scent (or lack thereof) that clung to him. he had come here for a reason, perhaps just to scour the trowels there more thoroughly than he had the first time, but what machinations compelled him before were quiet now in the face of another lone wolf in the mountains he would dare to claim.

stigmata slithered quietly from beneath his spotlight, and approached until she uttered a protest.