The Sunspire [m] carved teeth

She sung to him--yet where the fuck was Viinturuth?

He scowled in the direction if the call--eyes sharp, trying to seek out the flame-scorched hue of her pelt along the dull grey of the mountains.

Nothing.

Yet another rock--tumbling down, and stirring him to shift further along a ledge, his eyes emblazened now as he looked upward.

Throw one more fucking rock at me, little panther, and I swear, he hollered up through gritted teeth--claws clenching the earth as he searched for her above.