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The fresh mountain air filled the dark felvarg’s lungs. Boneyard stood on a cliff overlooking Melrakki, visions of prancing ungulates in her mind… preferably to be promptly interrupted by her jaws clamped around a leg or neck. She licked her lips in anticipation as she made her way downhill, forsaking the rocky slopes in favor of the leaf littered forest floor. The leaves and pine needles softened the ground to some extent, but beneath that was a dense tangle of tree roots that made the terrain uneven and less than forgiving. Boneyard was unfazed by this as these woods were a frequent stomping ground of hers. Down here the air was