The Sunspire It's adventure time again

Noctura had been one of the warriors who'd been injured on the borders of Porcupine Ridge, and he saw no nobility in being a veteran of the short battle. Indeed, he blamed himself for its outcome — he had been unable to control his brutish instincts, and had helped lurch the tense meeting into a full-out fight. Although scathed, there were no wounds that made him unable to travel, so he'd treated them himself, with begrudging licks and dips to passing water, and did not join Asterr and the others in their respite (such was his shame and guilt). The recluse sat nearby, silent and unmoving. He tried not to think.

Half a dozen strides yonder lay @Winter, who he did not know by name. They were both longer-serving wolves, but Noctura had always kept so much to himself in Ryūjin that he had never met her one-on-one. He acknowledged her subconsciously with a flicker of one dark ear.