Moonspear made for ending [bwp]

Since she felt their looming presence less keenly herself in the last two, or maybe two, she hoped it would stay that way and the dark masses would not return to their skies before long. One on occasion, and keeping far away, was something she could possibly cope with, but no worse. Creeping the airspace near her mountain, especially out of their reach (not that she or any other wolf could exactly fight them off anyway, they were huger than any bull moose she had ever seen) was not something she would rest easy knowing--especially with her puppies inevitable.

But, as for what they could do in the meantime, she picked up her pace and glided forward to a loose trot soon enough. She planned to take them to a stretch of outer edge she had not seen yet today, one a little rockier underfoot than she really could appreciate, but woven with pathways well enough for any of their sorts to be able to make do. Once there, she was quick to keep to motion, and moved right along on patrol from there.