Sawtooth Spire wild kids

What? You’re not going to hold out to eat some snow? Caracal scoffed playfully, shaking his head in mock disappointment. I could use a drink, he added more seriously in the next breath.

There were springs aplenty on the mountainside, so it didn’t take long for them to find one. Caracal bent down to lap at the cool, refreshing water. He could really use a bite to eat, but first things first.

Pushing playfully at Heda’s shoulder, Caracal challenged, Last one to the top’s a juicy ass wart, and darted toward the looming snowcap.