lost track of time and space
More mountains. The bitch was beginning to discover that her giant paws were great at keeping her steady on the rocky terrain. Not to mention, they were usually a safe haven from nuisances. Her encounter with her brother in her newly claimed densite had soured her mood ever since. Dark form would slither into the entrance of the caves. Dank and musty air betrayed the age of this place. Claws clicking across the stone floor, she sought to find something interesting to occupy her time today. It was dark further in, and there were quite a few different tunnels that could hold something interesting. The light of midday had faded considerably by this point, and there was no way of knowing what each section held. A rough bark would escape her jaws, echoing through the bowels of the caverns. She waited. Nothing made itself known. Fine. "Eeeny, meeny, miney, mo. Catch a traitor by the toe, if he hollers let him go." She went down the third tunnel. It didn't slope as she moved along. Instead, a few holes in the ceiling revealed strange marks on the walls. These weren't natural by any means. There was some kind of pattern and distinct intent behind them. Pausing for a moment, she surveyed the strange marks. They were definitely a sight to behold. However, she wasn't entirely sure what to think of them. They flowed together, meant to tell a story. The two legged ones were unfamiliar. She recognized the forms of elk and bison, but the rest was foreign. Why were there sticks? Whatever.
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