Moonspear the cat and the moon

After pulling an all-nighter, Galaxy slept the day away, rising in the evening and stuffing herself with meat before flopping in the grass. Life was good. Already, the memories of her fall and even her long sequestration in the mountains were dimming into the background of her mind. It was entirely possibly Galaxy wouldn't really remember any of it due to her age. It certainly didn't seem to have any lingering effects on her, aside from her slightly too-thin frame. But she was working on that.

When Charon stepped into view, the puppy lifted her head from where it rested on her paws and thumped her tail on the grass. "Hi, daddy!" If anyone had noticed her change in nomenclature since the fall, it hadn't been pointed out to her. And of course Galaxy was oblivious about Scion's prior influence on her. "Do you have any food?" she couldn't help but ask, sniffing the air. So what if she'd just eaten? She was still making up for several lost meals.