Spotted Eagle Mountain This old new sensation

The lake is blue and the mountain watchful. In the east a bank of cloud rises up silently from over the cut of stone, reaching out with spindly pale talons for the desert beyond. He prowls, a darkened silhouette among the trees, content enough to huddle up under the shed of leaves with a downed hare between his jaws while his apprentice recasts herself for her task.

The wind here scintillates with wolf-scent. He expects not to be alone for long.