Sunspire Mountains scindo

The stern voice which had goaded him in to a fight, came next. Demanding that he expose himself. There wasn't any reason to obey except that Sivugat worried - if he did not, if he hid here in his hole the way he hid from everything always, would the man come to claim him? Or would the hole become more of a prison, the way Kukutux' village had?

There wasn't time to debate things internally. Sivugat was not given the luxury of that, as he knew the voice, and had learned the hard-faced man was one of action more than paltry words.

He rose and came staggering from where he had rested, his side caked with blood. His paws raw from running. Sallow-faced and hungry, utterly pathetic in the wake of war.