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maeva
Since the nights had grown more unsettling, the pale Destruction boy had taken to late night patrols of the border. Part of his interest lay in morbid curiosity, and the rest was motivated by a sense of duty. If these strange occurrences were a portent of something worse to come, he wanted to make sure the pack was well guarded. A steady gait, just a hair faster than his usual walking strides, carried him along the borders of the plains. All of the snakes had gone into brumation when the warmer days of fall had begun to peter out, and so he moved along with little concern for a sudden hiss from the underbrush. He skirted a few patches of the trail where there were a few too many of the strange fireflies lingering in the midnight air, wary of what might happen if he walked right through the swarm. If there was one benefit to the moon staying full, he was certainly grateful for the illumination of his surroundings while he patrolled. It was almost too bright out, the moonlight reflecting on the light snow cover was almost as blinding as sunlight. Ebony tipped tail flagged high over his hips while he moved, confidence evident in each stride as he checked the scent markers.
Each breath escaped his dark nostrils in a plume of mist, and his swirling mercury gaze reflected the cool tones of the bright moonlight. Gold tipped ears swivelled as he walked, seeking out any changes in the usual ambiance of the outskirts of Abaven territory. Rippling musculature showed through the thick layers of his winter coat, burly form moving with sure steps as he reached the clearest portion of the plains. From here, one could see out in all directions- deeper into the heart of the packlands, and then out into the distance where any potential threats might be headed their way. The pale yearling paused there, scanning his surroundings for anything out of the ordinary. That was where he noticed a strange hare making a beeline for a hollow amidst the snow, and he bolted after it without thinking. This time of year, most of the hares were as white as the snow, and this one stuck out from its surroundings with a vibrant purple hue to its coat. There was no way he was going to let it get away unscathed. After all, how often did one see a purple snowshoe?
