Little Goat Mountain eyetooth

her companion was pensive. eivor had not sought to know his mind nor his thoughts; she had kept them jovial and shared in the hunting as they moved. "it will be a feast," she rejoined, noting the look in his eye.

she would not be an obstacle to akavir. they turned away from one another then, he seeking the trail of prey and she lifting upward into the recesses of stone until she found its hollow.

nails clicked. paws brushed layers of old dust and sent dessicated bones tumbling into the grass. eivor circled the small room and investigated with a poke of her muzzle the tiny, unreachable chamber at its rear.

unused but for mice, the small cave would rest them before they descended to their desert intentions. her grey eyes glanced for akavir now, amusement flickering for the barren space.