Dragoncrest Cliffs jungle bird

Fitting name, he deems as he peers into her sunset sight. He further wonders if she has the ferocity of one.

She puts his worries to rest. So long as she was feeling fit enough to finish this then he had no complaints. Acquiescing with a firm nod, he trots back over to the deer trail that leads into the trees. Visually the trail fades into the underbrush. Nose-wise it's a luminous path. They follow it like two homing beacons, eating up earth in broad bounds.

Brown blurs ahead, clear of trees and shrub. Natjuk trots off in their direction, following in the disturbed snow. At first. They have put some distance between them so they'll have to book it to catch up.