Sawtooth Spire wild kids

He squawked when he felt hot breath on his heels, the brush of fangs. Caracal pumped his legs, though he was now so weary from days of traveling that soon Heda overtook him and he was left to lag behind. He admired the river as he slowed down a little, huffing and puffing his way to the mountaintop.

These views better be— Caracal snarked as he turned, head rearing back. —worth it. Well, gotdamn, he breathed, taking a few moments to just stand there and stare while he tried to catch his breath.

With snow underfoot and the air decidedly cooler, it didn’t take long for a chill to creep up Caracal’s tired legs. He began to pace around the area, pausing every few seconds to admire the breathtaking panorma again. He tried very hard to keep his eyes away from the tiny caldera way down below.

Hey, he broke the companionable silence, remember how you said you weren’t, like, destined to be close to anyone?