Meet me at the apateu

The seriousness of strange happenings around these parts was a little lost on Cygnus. How was he to know just how odd everything was, when he knew so little about these lands to begin with? He nosed around The Prominence for a long while, less focused on figuring out what was going on there and far more interested in finding treasure that might be unearthed by the earthquakes.

He'd had no luck thus far though. What kind of treasure hunter am I? he thought forlornly to himself, but he wouldn't dwell on it long, instead choosing to head further west again. The lynx had no doubt there was plenty to still unearth, it was just a matter of where.

Maybe here? His eyes widened slightly as he crested a hill, noting the streams that cut channels through the valley below. Back home he'd found treasures in similar places, washed up along the edges of riverbeds... sniffing at the air he began his descent down, though slowed when he caught the whiff of blood. Subtle, but still.

He was surprised to see the source. A pale deer sat on the ground, her companion helping bandage a wound. Clearing his throat as he approached, Cygnus gave a little flick of his tufted ears. "You alright over there?" He asked, more conversational than genuinely worried for her.