Sunbeam Lair baby, i do what i like

He—Zephyr—stopped just beyond the tunnel’s end and the cavern’s entrance.
 
Daighre brushed past, uncaring in his personal space. He felt his hipbone, bony and sharp, jutting from beneath silver fur, and the similar sharp angle of his shoulder as he passed.
 
And maybe, there was beauty inside the cave, in the mist and the plants and the open skies above.
 
But he saw only stone and rock and dirt, no different from anything else.
 
He settled, a handful of feet away.
 
Sat back against his haunches.
 
He looked towards Zephyr, tired, bored, waiting.