Shadow and Light [Balerion]

It was a quiet night. She was on sentry duty and sat silently, relaxed in the shelter as her eyes scanned the surrounding lands. Really, she was a distraction from the other sentries along the wall, like Cairo at the other passage, or her father padding slowly along the base of the wall, a reddish shadow on a moonless night.

As she stood out like a beacon, she drew the eye easily. Loshir was tucked in the shadows of the shelter, watching the land as well. With a cloak tossed over her back, he was able to see past her glowing frame out into the night, while remaining hidden from the eye, if not the nose, of any who might come along.

There was much to do between patrols—training, preparations for the raid, and for the festival she hoped to hold, although the latter would likely have to wait until winter, perhaps. She ought to get in touch with Acere, to ensure none of her plans would take from anything he himself might hold. Perhaps Torin might hold a festival of his own…

A festival was a chance to draw new members, as well. Her last one had ended with Red in her pack, and she was deeply pleased with him thus far.

A shadowy form caught her eye in the distance, slipping through the low mist that always hung over the moorland, well beyond the actual pack lands. She didn't focus her full attention on it, rather following the figure with her peripheral vision as she scanned beyond it.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think