Heron Lake Plateau A beating heart of stone.

crashing but anyone else is welcome in!

a pair of sharp eyes watched from the hollow between the stone, their yellow surface reflecting the rowdy puppies that wrestled in the reeds. caiaphas, to beat the snarl of the sun, had carved a crooked hole near their densite, and watched them with a hawkish glare. the wildcat had been too close; svalinn's scrape with death too close - the wizened sylph could not afford any chances, and was now overbearing more than ever on the backs of her children.

the tread of footsteps caught her attention, and she glanced up in time to see the shadowed form of redhawk's beta prowling by. beneath the sundappled canopy, the wolf was not altogether obvious; her dark pelage blended well with the interspersed shadow, and the blade of russet along her back reflected the sun in the same manner the forest floor often did. the mother studied towhee's form curiously, yet made little move to discourage her puppies from greeting the wolf, if they so wished.