Spotted Eagle Mountain But inside, the beast still grows

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At the feeling of something wet dripping on his head, he scrunched his muzzle and look up towards the sky — rain. 'Maybe I should seek shelter soon if it gets any worse...' was what he contemplated on doing for a second, but the fresh smell of the rain and the feeling of it softly padding his crown made it difficult to actually leave.

Yet despite this, peace was interrupted. 

His audits would swivel to either side of his head at the sound of something other than rain puttering against the rocks — foot steps. Āzoniol sat upon more elevated land, was it a mountain lion that was trying to sneak up on him? Some other ambush predator? Whatever the hell it was, it couldn't be good news since they're clearly trying to remain silent.

The prince quickly shot up from his seated position and snapped his neck the direction of the pawsteps, teeth bared towards the approaching party and claws digging into the hardened ground beneath him. "Who's there!?" vocals thundered from the large brute's throat, almost mimicking a lion's roar. However when he turned to see who it was, it was not a lion, but just a woman — one that was fairly smaller than him in fact. An exasperated sigh left Āzon's breath — part of him was relieved to know that it was not a mountain lion. But still, who was this woman and what was her intent on silently watching him?

"You were spying me, why?" the northern prince demanded an answer. His molars no longer visible as a threat, but his stance never faltered. "State your name."