Hunter

Pestilence peeled open an eye as her daughter thoroughly harassed her - wasn't the whole nighttime-annoyance part of raising a child meant to go away when they hit a certain age? She had been looking forward to getting some serious catch-up shut eye now that Rasha was a yearling, but could not argue that sleep was more exciting then the innocence of a young wolf seeing something for the first time. Something scary, hmm? Pestilence assumed the fog had merely rolled in (or Jupiter had been telling ghost stories again) so at Rasha's persistence, the young mother pulled herself to her paws and gave her body a long stretch.

"Hunting is best done at dawn and dusk." She counseled her sleepily. "Or, I'd expect it to be that way, at least." Not quite the hunter, Pestilence thrived on Fireside's captive livestock and was pleased to focus her attention purely upon battle. "We can go see the scary, just for a little while." She moved out from the den toward where her daughter sat outside, obviously quite excited about whatever she had seen across the range.

As soon as her large head poked out from the den mouth it became very apparent that little Rasha wasn't enthralled by mere fog. Pestilence blinked back the sleep and stepped into the full moon light, glancing about at the dancing blue fireflies that were all the wrong color. She was more then tempted to simply rush the child back to the den, but she was a yearling now - and in Fireside territory to boot - so it should be safe to let her have a poke around. "Okay, little galaxy. Go ahead and try to hunt the rabbit, show me what you know." While never having received formal hunting experience having been so sickly and small, Rasha had instincts... right? Pestilence was definitely just meandering around this motherhood thing and trying to see what stuck. "If you see one that glows though, we can't go after it. They're not supposed to glow, it could be dangerous."