tartok was lush, and it was firm in its claim upon the mountain. long hours of wandering its crags and peaks had made its navigation easy, though he was not so surefooted as those who had been raised among looming stone pillars; tonravik darted and danced upon her mountain with the surety of a mountain goat.
a coney! he had spotted it out of the corner of his eye, and gave chase. the little animal darted and wove in its haphazard path down the mountainside, but lasher kept his footing and his eyes fixed upon it, seeking to keep his balance but win his prey.
the sun was high overhead, and warmed him through upon his pursuit; his eyes danced with delight, and the murder of crows overhead winged after lazily, hoping to win scraps from his table when it was all said and done.