The Sunspire Falling Away

He settled down upon the snow with his front paws positioned with care before him. They lay side by side, and his head was raised, alert, looking out over the mountain side as though it were his domain. Soon enough, these mountains would be his domain. His home, his dwelling, deep among the rocks. The monster of the shadow and crag, the protector of the ones within. A great and foul dragon guarding his treasure, and she would be among them, he was sure of it. His long tail thumped few times on the snow before it swept across his haunch, one pressed into the snow and the other nestled atop.

But he heard not the tearing of flesh, any tell-tale sign of her consumption. Instead she moved and she spoke, lighting the air with that quiet voice of hers. A whisper on the wind, though barely a whisper at all. Her tones could have been soothing in their volume if they carried the right words. He tilted his head slightly as if to glance over his shoulder, but did not make the effort to look directly at her. "Eeeeaaat." Raheerah drawled, and turned away once more. She was right - he had come here with ulterior intentions, and they were to sweep her away back into the valley.

Not that he would openly admit it, not yet. First and foremost, he wanted her to eat. If not to work in his favor, at least then to fill her stomach. She had worked just as hard for the kill as any of them, and it was Raheerah's belief that all creatures got what they deserved.