A Veiled Harvest Moon
10-23-2019, 07:36 PM
Darkness stretched across the land as Valdís worked her way south. Restlessness stirred in her stomach along with a meal that just didn't sit well in her stomach. She'd found an old kill and opted to scavenge off it in hopes of leaving the better kills for her pack mates, in particular the pups. Valdís was now regretting her decision. On the horizon an orange moon was rising, obscured by the ash that still hung above the volcanic eruption. The leaves had long since fallen off the trees and even in the avian estuary everything had fallen silent. She wasn't too surprised with it being night but she thought she might at least hear an owl or two. She hated nights like this. The chill air… the eerie, veiled moon. It was the sort of dark night that seemed to draw blood. Her father had been slain on a night like this by a rival. She doubted the killer had survived the resulting war but if he had she was almost tempted to hunt the bastard down on a night just like tonight. She turned her head away from the moon. No, she needed to let thoughts of revenge go. She had a new life here and a pack she'd sworn herself to. Perhaps it was time to head back to them. "Talk" "You" Think |