Moonspear some to dust and some to gold

sounds good~

On Lazarus, she found she just wanted that closure that would only come from knowing he was done. She'd long since moved past the harms done to her specifically (what's done was done), worked diligently to cope with the fact that these puppies may not even actually be Charon's, and was tired of the idea of him inhabiting her concerns at all while the bulk of the ranging -- there still loomed the possibility that he could return, desire this mountain more than ever before, and stake a claim to the pups that could even rightfully be his. Her involvement in the possession of all of these things was what troubled her deeply..

Nevertheless, she readily did not drag that topic out any further and eased readily into the mindset of the patrol. Dash felt similarly, she was assured, and she remained thankful for his work in helping track -- even if nothing concrete came of their efforts. What mattered was that they continued to cover ground, and maybe even change the success of it all soon.

But for now, she meandered over the borderlands, sniffing and marking where appropriate. With two eyes and ears devoted to the task, they were thorough and effective. She took her solace in knowing that for now, in this very moment, all almost seemed well.