Moonstone Quarry The winter sunrise, red on white

ezra is content to follow solharr's lead, gaze taking in the path before them, though perhaps not with the urgency he should've been. time had a much more luxurious feel to it, when not laced with the sharp knife pangs of hunger in his belly. selfishly, ezra lingers in it.

twin-sun gaze focuses on their quarry, noting but moving past the healthy deer of the small herd to focus upon the elder. the largest, for sure; but stiff with arthritis.

gaze catches the movement of solharr's muzzle from the corner of ezra's eye; he does not give any confirmation beyond the prowl forward, gaze locking in on the exposed flank. steps halt for a second, two, three —

ezra lunges forward, teeth snapping at their quarry's flank, hoping to corral it towards solharr.