Moonspear Leland just got vaporized by a strange red light

Thanks, he mumbled as they walked, clearly a little embarrassed. It was only good manners, he thought, but he also believed it was best to use up older meat first. It was wise to keep hunting to replenish their stores, but it wasn't an effective strategy if they kept eating the freshest kills first. Sure, they tasted the best, but they also lasted the longest and could withstand being underground for a few days.

The river was soon in sight and like Desdemona, Dragomir's lofty trot transformed into a low-slung prowl. Just because the marmot's trail went further up the mountain didn't mean it hadn't returned to the river. He padded over to where he'd first smelled the pair, careful to step cautiously across the ice in case it was thin, and was pleased to find an even fresher scent trail.

Yeah, he whispered back, smells like it went this way! He began to follow the trail downriver, shooting Desdemona an excited glance as he went.