Pool of Moonlight

She padded slowly through the ravine, eyes shifting from wall to wall as she let her nose tell her the stories of the last few days. Ashen had left the west. She’d explored the whole of both territories and found traces that they had moved out, heading east.

It left her somewhat conflicted, surprisingly. On one paw, she didn’t mind the opportunity having the lands next door to her territory open once more—it meant the possibility of expansion. On the other, she’d hoped to have trade-partners in Ashen, right next door. She had slightly liked Deathbelle, and Harbringr was proving an interesting source of company in the times she encountered him.

Overall, it was what it was, and she would use the advantage to her benefit for the pack. It meant the lands were open to be hunted without starting a war they weren’t ready for, and herbs from the lake that Paladin was after.

Sighing, she retreated back to the trail that led up to the top of the ravine walls, finding a spot and settling in the dying light of the day. It was growing dark, and the blessedly clear sky was beginning to show points of light. She herself was a flickering light source these days. The light in her coat was growing more prominent with every passing week. She wasn’t sure when it would finally stop, but it was most notable where her fur had grown back from scratches and wounds that had broken the skin or torn out her fur.

She was just glad nothing other than her fur was glowing.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think