Swiftcurrent Creek turquoise

Pale eyes studied the skull—strung upon the entrance of a cave and drawing thoughtful consideration from the ebony Mayfair. A lazy sweep of his gaze would also reveal bones—lined as if enticing a path—and Akavir could not figure out if this was meant as a statement of welcome, or of warning.

Mae was off for the moment—Arlette and Arric busy with their new brood. Viinturuth came and went as usual—Pukei… he did not know.

The glimpse of golden fur stirred him to move forward, beginning to trail the length of bones, though his eyes remained upon her—still a mystery to him, even now.