What's This?

Raumr had suggested they travel north to Boreas to scout potential territories. From what he had witnessed so far, there was no permanent home for the felines of Boreas or Auster. This made his heart ache. He could relate to them and wished to be the one to help provide that permanent solution. What he hadn't expected was to wake one morning, after a night full of ground shaking tremors, to find the sky had bled across the heavens. Who had angered the gods now?

Cautiously, as a large cat does, Raumr follows Taiga. She appears more adventurous, more fearless, than him. Which he is okay with, but he's not cowardly enough to leave her alone. He's busy avoiding eye contact with the spires when the wind suddenly picks up, ruffling his mane and drawing his attention to where Taiga paws at the dirt. There at the bottom of the spires is a peculiar etching that could lend fright to anyone not expecting it.

"An animal or spirit you suppose?" Raumr question in that thickened honey voice of his as he moves to stand closer to Taiga for a better look.

Raumr Regalus, the Third