Dragoncrest Cliffs live and die by the gun and the knife

once or twice in the tunnel she glanced back to see an owl-eyed, slack jawed gibbon. had he never seen a tunnel before?

when the clicking tread of claws on flowstone ceased, replaced by the muffled sound of feet on sand, sobeille glanced to sam for cues. as they advanced towards the strand, a misshapen collection of something stood out to sobeille — drawing close, she realized these were bones.

her bones, even. sobeille was far too suspicious a wolf to exhume them herself, but the excitement rippling under her skin turned to cold rage as she noticed a glaring absence. the skull— the totem sobeille needed most — was gone.

she turned to sam with gaze hard, a hiss expelled between clenched teeth. den find it. noting the sand was disturbed with footsteps leading away, she motioned towards the tracks with a rough cant. an’ sam? yellow eyes pinned him with irritation. don’t come back wit’out it.