Black Knives Matter!

Melanth so happened to be on a mission. Helonia had taken over to ensure their hunting skills were of top priority. However, now it was her turn.

From the open Fall weather of Auster to the beginning stages of Boreas Spring. She wandered the many terrains until finally their arrival came to the base of a volcano. Melted snow patches littered the surrounding landscape. Leaving behind small puddles to be dried up beneath the Sun’s gaze. Not wishing to leave without taking a quick drink. Her tongue brushed the surface to scoop several gulps. The cooling liquid easing the thirst of her throat. It was only then that she began the ascending of the Cano’s base.

Toes spread to provide more grip as to not lose her footing. There were several spots where stone and rocks sat waiting to be found. Finding her way toward them with vigorous excitement. A shimmering stone, one she had not seen before, called out to her. Its reflective surface glistened as if to call Melanth closer. And she answered without hesitation.
"Helonia"~~"Melanth"