The raven-hued tempest glanced at Kodak with her crimson pools then turned back to Chessa shaking her large crown "I killed a buck not to long ago," she said; her tone flat. She turned her apex in the eastern direction: where she had brought the game down, she kept silent for a moment before flicking her plume and turned back to her friend. She gave herself a quick shake before padding off to her den, she stopped at the stone cold entrance and warily flared her nares and took a step into the den, her pads hit the stone floor and it shot a chill up her pedates and down her spine. The hellions' digits tapped against the floor and made a 'clack' sound, her nares flared again and her breath hung in the cold air, she took another step into her den and turned around; facing the entrance. She sat down on her haunches and the charred maiden shivered from the feeling of the stone cold floor, she lowered her mass and stretched out her fores, she expanded her maw and exposed her large canines in an exhausted yawn, she closed her maw and set her craniul on the ground next to her appendages, she turned her lobes back and her rouge pools slowly closed.