Moonspear ghost lit

She couldn't--or wouldn't--find rest tonight. Well into the late hours of the night she kept in motion; just a meandering walk over the territory, seemingly harmless, but she stewed upon a very fine line with her jaw set tight. Her mood was stormy (and worsening), although a bit mournful too after being tangled up by everything lately. There also was a temptation to range she stubbornly denied for now, but this was a very fine grasp she held since she wanted to see it for herself. Everything out there was a wretched mess, anyway, so although it was not getting any easier, she waited until more was done

Amekaze slowed her footfalls considerably and peered skyward before she reached the forests. Clouds were moving in. The bitter, biting cold might abate, but by the looks of the low, thick clouds, she also suspected snow to follow--maybe by morning.. which didn't please her any.

Wintertime and its lasting influence on all things had her simultaneously tense and energized. She, a seasoned wolf with her opinions well set, would never be overly fond of it, either.

The dark alpha grew sour about that frosty idea soon enough, so scowled and moved on towards the woods faster. Heading downward with a little more momentum now, she sorely missed when all of this was green and lovely, and all had been well.