Dragoncrest Cliffs jungle bird

Satisfied to have his input entertained, he nods his head. Natjuk did not view her proposal as dissension. More like a gathering of feasibilities and how to veer them into their favor. The odds are stacked against them whatever they do. He'll not consider a loss until it's come and passed. Not yet.

Roger. He takes a centered inhale before departing, stooping and moving opposite of her. He gives the herd a wide enough berth, sneaking via brush and muddied earth. He tries to keep to trampled routes. It's not easy, needing to compile his own path through intact snowbanks. Plumed pants drift skyward. A costly itinerary. His spirits are nonetheless high at the drudgery, settling imperceptibly ahead of the herd. He coils tightly with quivering brawn. Ready when you are.