Boartusk Heights Corpus Craggus

nighttime had fallen and draped the earth in a dark layer that folded across it without apology. without the sun, the world was left with a chilling winter wind that broke through the safety of the treeline and cut against the flesh. to keep himself from it, the wildcat's coat had stood rigidly along his rangy frame. tusk had hunkered himself downward and prowled forward with perfect intent until he had found a place where the cool touch of the wind did not touch him the way it had before. it was there that he paused in his trek to search the landscape with a cold yellow stare down the length of his dark muzzle.

tusk could taste the scent of another being carried on the air. he thought the territory to be a suitable one for searchers who planned on claiming land; it was wild and savage, just as it should have been. the wildcat made wolf scanned the nearby area with a thoughtful frown before he latched his sights to the form of a stranger's lean-muscled back. the other figure moved away from him and so tusk followed without second guessing his intentions.

it was not until the other beast attempted to make a home for himself between a stone and a difficult wedge. the savage hunter watched for a moment before he had grown bored. it was then that the rangy figure moved closer to the stranger and released a chuff to announce his presence. others were decidedly difficult when it came to a silent approach, and tusk was not interested in finding himself snapped at by some fool who had only sought to hunker down for the night. with the chilling air touching his frame once more, the wild-furred cur approached on a careful prowl.