Wapun Meadow the crescent city sleeps

For @Rhythm! <3

Nightfall descended rapidly that day to her, though the events of her day had allowed time to escape what seemed like earthly bounds.  The waning light of sunset was masked by the mountains at her back as she had cast her gaze curiously towards the claimed valley she had been toying with.  Echelon was pleased with her efforts at disrupting one of their nearby herds, having exhausted the better half of her energetic supply.  It had been a while since she had felt that sort of good energy, and it was no doubt a response to having been firmly reunited with Tonravik in the weeks past.

Resting back on her haunches as she composed herself, the lithe ink blot of Tartok remained on alert.  Her figure in that waning light was no doubt a mock silhouette, for once capturing the pointed narrowness of her snout; the scant throwback to a muddied heritage that she did not endorse or embrace.  For now she felt she would wait until she felt moderately rested and then she would return to Tonravik — her attention slipped away momentarily to the mountains that were etched in an outline of dying light.  She wondered what her aokkatti was preparing on the higher elevations, and what it would bring them in the days to come.

rise against — help is on the way