Redtail Rise the sun loved the moon so much
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The crepuscular light shifted unevenly across the growing clouds, which themselves would soon blanket the entire sky, and through the passage of these moments she could only toil. The night was not her realm. She was not strong here in the dark, where her body stood out with the faintest glimmer of starlight; where the darkness was overwhelming to the point of obfuscating any trail. Of course Tomoe could track just as well as any wolf - it was hardly an asset, more of a requirement for survival after all - but the growing obscurity would always serve to slow her down. It was infuriating, but she knew that the darker it got the more likely she would have to stop. So while there was still light (these dying embers that she chased, a desperate moth in the dark) Tomoe crept along the ridge until she felt it even out, and began to scour the landscape for somewhere safe to rest for the night.

What she came upon was a shock to her senses. More bizarre than the darkness was the smell, for the air took on a malodious affect; as if the land had been coated in sulfur. She did not go far before catching a glimpse of the sunset around an irregular shape, and she picked up speed for clarity - trying to get closer to the last bits of sunlight, hoping for answers - and she suddenly found herself running out from what remained of a forest, in to a haphazardly composed clearing. Nothing looked the way it should have; the foliage had withered, the trees had thinned and darkened. This was a place of the night, and no place for a daywalker - but she was here now, and too tired to move on. With a nervous sigh she rounded a bend upon the slope, and began to search. The sun would return in the morning, and she would feel better.
10/4/2017 — overcast, just past sunset
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He was here. He was present.

It had been a lot of wandering for Shale lately, and that was strange. A child of a loving family, unless feeling smothered, didn't usually end up a wanderer. But that family had scattered like autumn leaves to the wind, and he, without them, forged on alone. No goal in mind. If he kept moving, though, he had no time to stop and think.

Shale was relieved when he finally exited the tangle of forest he had encountered a few days prior; the dark place was as wild as it got, dark and unruly, full of strange creatures who loved the night. Of course, he loved the night as well, but he preferred it with moonlight on a mountain's open face. He had been spit out into more open ground this afternoon and had soldiered on, and now night had fallen once more.

Now, this place, a ridge of ash and devastation, was depressing. What once must have been a land of great beauty and natural wealth had been reduced to nothing. And it turned out that Shale was not alone, nor the only one distressed by the destruction. A white shewolf, her pelt bright against a sooty background, was walking around, looking nervous.

He drew nearer, but, not wishing to scare her, stopped a few tail-lengths' distance away from her, giving a low whuff to alert her of his presence. "Are you all right, miss?" Shale asked gently, canting his head slightly to the right in query.