the stars look like they’re not shining

Narrowing her eyes, she could just make out an island out in the bay. This might have been better served as a daytime mission, maybe then she could convince Chips to fly out and check the place out. Ibis weren’t an uncommon sight along the coast line, and who would ever suspect such an ugly animal to be a wolf’s companion?

It didn’t take Magnus long to catch up at all. If she noticed the way he had stopped, she didn’t comment on it, but did chuckle when he mentioned hurrying. If they carried on enough like a pair of moonstruck fools that had snuck off for some sort of tryst only perverts would hang around, and would they really want to tell anyone they’d been spying on canoodling couples at the beach? "Anyone’d think yer were worried about a wife catchin’ yer," She teased as she stepped onto the moonlit goat track that would lead to the beach, using her tail to smack the underside of his chin. As best she could tell, there were pack lands to the north and south of them, but was it the same pack? And what sort numbers were they looking at? Rocks skittered under her paws and slid off the edge of the white cliff, but her footing was sure. They’d be on the sand in no time at all.

"speech".