Morningside Cuesta Is open as an option

okeeeyy!

for once, surya was too focused on the hunt to notice the woman's looks his way. humor, disdain, scorn. . .it didn't matter at this point. they were partners now, if only for the moment. working together could reap benefits for not just themselves, but for the wolves they loved.

a scent assailed him suddenly as they reached the top of a small rise, and surya caught a small glimpse of black among the frost-covered field. there, he whispered, dipping his chin that way.

the black was the curved horns of a mountain goat (far from home, was it not?). yet upon further inspection, his question was answered. it limped—its left hind leg was swollen and crooked, and it hobbled along as it rooted in the snow, searching for new spring growth. he became a statue upon the hill, staring, and spoke out the side of his mouth only after a moment of contemplation.

we should be able to take him down, right? surya murmured, eyes flashing briefly, furtively, to his companion. look, he's hurt. . .if we surprise him, he won't stand a chance. he fell silent, waiting to see if she had any ideas on their next move.