Blacktail Deer Plateau disasterpiece

he yawns. tongue rolling against teeth, that click in boredom.
small man.
a quirk of his brow, a grunt. he stands then, he towers. broad-shouldered, blood and tine. clearing his throat, lips parting to speak low now. he’s amused.
you ever seen a mountain before it falls? looks small from far away. till it crushes you.
he steps closer. leaning over him, teeth sneering now, exhaling carrion breath. you wanna dance, v?