Moonspear you say you love the way the storms blow

@Rouge ? since she and terance have yet to meet! 

terance took to the cliffs once again for a nice patrol. it was evening, and the sun was setting far off in the distance. the sky was ablaze, burning with pinks and reds-- interrupted only by a few stray clouds. he had stopped for a few moments to admire it, eyes squinting against the suns brightness, before continuing on along the rocks, ignoring the few sunspots that now blocked his vision.

the patrol was quiet, as it tended to be, his fur flat and his tail low at his hocks. no reason to be alarmed or worried, as none of the nearby scents were in any way threatening. so terance merely strolled along the borders, his ears pricked and tongue lolling.