Sunset Valley good has made you blind

A few paces forward, then Sanja stops. A sound has drawn her attention away from the hunt and when she spies a dark figure watching her, she flashes fangs in warning.

Those eyes aren't the electric yellow of Void but they are bright, and Sanja doesn't like being followed. Her fur lifts like quills.

The bird takes the initiative to escape, and when Sanja glances after its movement, she sees a prehistoric silhouette shrinking in the air; her scowl deepens.