ORIGIN

Thankfully, the whole ordeal didn't seem to harm or frighten the clouded leopard that much. While Leon was left to deal with his sore bones and a few new bruises, at least Amaria seemed to be okay, and that was all he cared about. He could nurse his injuries later. His grin broadened as the girl enthusiastically agreed to continue their way up the tower. Leon strode forward, making sure that he went first this time. Not that he didn't trust Amaria - no, he just didn't trust these dusty, crumbling stairs. One misstep could cause them to go tumbling down again, and Leon didn't want to endure another injury. He moved cautiously, watching the steps, minding his footfalls and occasionally glancing back at Amaria until they had made it to the top. When the winding staircase had evened out into the floor of the watch tower, he paused.

Amaria darted out in front of him, examining the room. Leon grinned and followed her her, sniffing at empty room. Stray pots and pieces of rock-carved furniture lay strewn about the room, but otherwise there didn't seem to be anything too outstanding. He had paused, looming over one particular clay pot. The bear leaned forward and sniffed, but layers and layers of dust and grime did not take well to the sudden disturbance. At the slightest exhale of air through his nostrils, they exploded up in a cloud, causing Leon to sniffle and sneeze.

While Leon leaned back and rubbed his nose, Amaria called out to him. His ears perked up and he stood back up again, lumbering over to the open window in the wall. There, he placed his paws on the ledge and looked out, taking in the entirety of the room that stretched out before them. "Woah. Look at that!" He laughed, peering at the crumbling city. His gaze wandered over the room, finding the tunnel entrance they had come in through. "Look! That's where we came from." Leon gestured over to the tunnel, and then continued to survey the room, trying to pick out exciting features from the landscape below.