Gyrfalcon's Keep where does the moon go in the morning?

As she started in the other direction, his lips curled back, something cracked on the inside. No respect. Why was it so hard for them to understand? As she flees, a snarl roared from his lips as a feral look came into his eyes. He started running, his limp extremely noticeable. It slowed him down, and anger boiled in him. Lunging, his teeth sank into her tail, and planting his feet, he yanked her backwards, a slight tearing sound. His incisors gleaned as they grabbed her scruff, using his body to flip her onto her side, the hollow sound satisfying. Putting his massive paws on her throat, his breath ruffled her fur as he whispered. Why no respect? You seem to need a lesson. Rage filled him as a sharp pain radiated up his leg.