Shadow Mountain grandiose

praimfaya does not expect the cave to be occupied: at least not by another — though 'another' was a broad classification of her assumption it is a wolf that calls out to her and not some sort of bear. even so, her hackles bristle all the same; the stirrings of leathery wings of bats as their sleep is disrupted lulls her deeper into the darkness, towards the origin of the voice with caution. sha. praimfaya finds herself answering in trigedasleng; a natural defense she subconsciously slips into. i didn't realize the cave was occupied. she admits, though it is not offered as an apology. surely, the cave is big enough to share ...at least until this curtain of torrential rain passes.