Moonspear their blades were bared

The moon was but a thin sliver. Nights grew bitterly cold and darker by the hour. Autumn was speeding headlong into winter everywhere she looked. However, accordingly, her time spent higher in the mountain had quickly thickened her coat and hardened her muscles--much needed, after an easy summertime rearing her pups comfortably. Most importantly, her head was clear, spirits good.. she gained a little speed as she moved down a hilly slope, and soon threw an arc into her canter, one matched with a lifting tail.

She thought about her cerberus, and of their other warriors, then wondered naturally where her youngest litter lurked at this hour--they'd been raised as night-owls too, after all. As she loped, she eventually caught good trail also moving down the mountain, and went with it.