Whitefish River find me in the moonlight

@Grayday :)

There was something to be said about the undeniable love the moon had for the earth. At times like this, when the sun was long gone and the only light was from the embrace of the heavens, one was given a special shot at seeing the purest of loves. Moonstone sat back on her haunches, a dying fish laid between her paws, watching. There was a place like this back at home in a secret cave that only she knew the way to, but it'd been months since she'd been able to pay a visit. She sighed and bent down to begin tearing at the stringy flesh (she'd never been a fan of seafood) while thoughts of home ran played through her mind. 

Had she made a mistake?