DEIMOS
Coasting along, as if merely skimming along the banks of thermals and wind for an easygoing flight, the piercing juncture of his avian, eagle eyes, didn’t miss the sudden notation of white along the boulders. Not snow, but like bits and pieces of frost, speckled across vulpine hides. A few noises rustled along down near the rocky surface, but the Sword thought it sounded like the breaking of ice, as if it were unsettled along a tundra’s abyss. Close to the left side he hinted towards Hotaru, plunging down slowly, so the creatures wouldn’t be increasingly alarmed. She’d be able to see them too, from this particular angle, as they wound their way along the boulder outcroppings, perhaps in pursuit of smaller prey hidden amongst the grass. Could be them.
Talyson would have the biggest advantage in his closeness, if he could find a way to identify and observe without being regarded as a threat.
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
