Luneshale Pass Desafinado

By firelight, they dined on flesh and bone. Her tail was at a gentle sway, and as the night chilled on, her quiet laughs echoed.

What a story this would play out to be.

There were the sifted in sounds of rustling brush and shale creaking, be them from pack members or wildlife.

With them, the rest of those next few hours came slow.