Noctisardor Bypass sinister mist

last from uk, you can tag me in another :eyes:

uktark nods once, decisive.
good, he says.
his gaze tracks the line of stone and snow where dens would hold, where earth could be broken and shaped. he gestures with his muzzle toward the inner rise, where wind cuts less and sightlines hold.
dig there, uktark adds. for a den.
a pause. then, quieter.
when you are settled, find me. we hunt.