A Little Party Never Killed Nobody

He bowed just before the man left, then grinned at his companion who chittered excitedly in response. The man had forbade him from making a den in the higher peaks of the neighboring territory, but that would hardly be an issue. He intended to stay on the smoking mountain where the voices of the spirits were strongest.

Together, he and his companion began to move toward the base of the mountain and the caves made of porous rock to find their newest and hopefully permanent dwellings.