ivory
Moonlight showered the ridge, illuminating the cliff face and the monsters that tried to escape their ancient graves. There were rows of jagged teeth connected to vertebrae the size of the wolf that strolled along them. The living was careful as he picked his way down the ridge. He tip-toed over the dusty bones. His steps were tentative as he tested the ridge face. The recent rains had softened the clay and were proving both a hindrance and a help. It packed the otherwise dried earth down, but in some places, mudslides had been evident.
With a soft grunt, the wolf jump-skid the rest of the way down. The dust of the earth billowed around his paws. The red man shook himself and sighed. This island was proving to be fruitless for him. He had come across a few natives but they offered him very little. He needed something more. Before long, he'd have to turn Northward again and travel across the sandbar.
The wolf kept moving. He moved with endless desire to seek out entertainment and items of interest. He would say that these giant bones were intriguing. He made a mental note of their location for later. Perhaps another day he would return to pick one out for crafting. Exploring further the sound of footfalls trickled into his ears. They twitched as he listened carefully, his head swirling to the right and back down the ridge. In the moonlight, the white of a stranger's pelt nearly glowed. "Can't sleep, either?" Valkorion spoke as if he were talking to an old friend. Maybe he was just tired of new faces or maybe he just wanted to greet someone with something other than the typical hello. Either way, he turned to face the stranger. He stood his ground for a moment before taking a few extra steps to help close their distance. "Let the darkness sleep"
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