Blacktail Deer Plateau unhilt the black grimoire of death

Little by little he crept closer, thinking he was being as quiet as a mouse. If he was, it was a giant mouse. His steps crunched against sand or snow or both, and when he thought it wise to creep along the frozen yellow grass further along, the cacophony of his movements grated in his ears and made him revert back to creeping the sand.

When he thought he was within striking distance (or at least a wolf-length) Tuvak drew his limbs beneath himself like a cat, steadied, and launched. He had hoped to aim for the woman's tail — but somersaulted his face in to a segment of wet (probably frozen) sand adjacent.