Moonspear amma

There had been scents on the breeze recently that made her stomach twist uncomfortably. Tullik retreated into the mountains until they smelled clear, and slowly came back down when she was sure it was over.

The sandpiper moved quick, her strides lengthy, corded muscle pulling and pushing her steps into a half jog back towards her den. In her maw, she held a horn, a very old one at that, one that must have fallen the past season from one of the goats. Why she had it, she did not know. But she had coveted it, so down it came with her.

The snap of branches made her freeze mid step, her periwinkle eyes widening. A thousand scenarios ran through her mind, all quieted when she found those bright eyes in the dark.

She carelessly let the horn drop to her feet.

Chakliux. Now that she was looking, she could see his figure.

You startled me. Truthfully, she had not expected anyone to be still awake.