Urna coughed out an indignant chatter at Matthias' abrupt departure. He couldn't possibly think this was fair. Or necessary. Maybe she'd challenge him to something she was good at and see how he liked it when she ground his face into the dirt. Urna unclenched her jaw and took a breath before her impulses got the better of her.
She didn't hurry. Instead, she stepped to the lip of the bluff and looked back the way she'd come. The path unfurled below her, the rocky spine of stone and forest giving way to the whitewater highlands. More terrain stretched out even farther, its features impossibly miniature until the details were swallowed by the distance. It made the day's journey look deceptively short.
It also wasn't as helpful as she'd hoped. The closest trees obscured the view, and the foot of the bluff was hidden by its own slope. Most of what Urna could see was too far to spot anything informative, unless this beast was the size of a mountain itself.
She eyed the divot Matthias had indicated. It hung out further over the land below—a thought that sent a momentary chill through her forelegs and had her claws digging into the ground—and had none of the obstructions that hampered her current view. The hyena stretched her legs back into reluctant wakefulness and started to pick her way over and around.
Several tense minutes later, she eased herself down the last step to access the ledge, sniffing the air warily. She was...reasonably sure that Matthias hadn't lured her here just to push her off the edge, but the same couldn't be said for whatever the regular inhabitant of this nest was. "Hey," she said, twining her main tentacles back out of the way. "Has anyone told you you're an ass?" A glint of gold sparkled in the grass by his hoof. Urna nodded at it. "Looks like you found something, at least." Absently scooping up the goat's scapula, she turned to take in the view.
Much better.
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rolling that perception again!
She didn't hurry. Instead, she stepped to the lip of the bluff and looked back the way she'd come. The path unfurled below her, the rocky spine of stone and forest giving way to the whitewater highlands. More terrain stretched out even farther, its features impossibly miniature until the details were swallowed by the distance. It made the day's journey look deceptively short.
It also wasn't as helpful as she'd hoped. The closest trees obscured the view, and the foot of the bluff was hidden by its own slope. Most of what Urna could see was too far to spot anything informative, unless this beast was the size of a mountain itself.
She eyed the divot Matthias had indicated. It hung out further over the land below—a thought that sent a momentary chill through her forelegs and had her claws digging into the ground—and had none of the obstructions that hampered her current view. The hyena stretched her legs back into reluctant wakefulness and started to pick her way over and around.
Several tense minutes later, she eased herself down the last step to access the ledge, sniffing the air warily. She was...reasonably sure that Matthias hadn't lured her here just to push her off the edge, but the same couldn't be said for whatever the regular inhabitant of this nest was. "Hey," she said, twining her main tentacles back out of the way. "Has anyone told you you're an ass?" A glint of gold sparkled in the grass by his hoof. Urna nodded at it. "Looks like you found something, at least." Absently scooping up the goat's scapula, she turned to take in the view.
Much better.
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rolling that perception again!