★ Cave Storytime [Intellect Event]

He became aware of the scent of another a few steps deeper into the cave, and as Aello and Artashir joined the two Valhallans, a pink girl with white and black markings stepped into sight. The two mountain lions regarded the pup briefly before taking the torches Regulus had fabricated with his supplies.

The old Archangel thanked them softly before greeting the child, “I’m Regulus, and this is my grandson, Coran. These are Aello and Artashir.”

He turned to study the walls and ceilings himself and suggested, “They may have been painted by humans, long, long ago. Your mother was here once, I think, Coran. Similar circumstances, too. A blizzard caught her and she took shelter.”

Aello moved closer to a scene he indicated, of small two legged figures surrounding what he thought looked like bison, long lines poking from their middles toward the creature. Weapons?

“This here looks like a hunt. And here…” He moved a little to the side to a scene that looked similar to just after a kill, Artashir lighting it with the torch in his black jaws. The two-legged figures seemed to have fallen upon a now bloody bison laying prone, perhaps butchering it.

“It looks like their hunt was successful. What do you think their day was like, and how it went?” He cast a glance at the two children, red brow points lifting.