Moonspear fires

Fading here!

It was a clue but it was an old one, spoiled by the maelstrom that swept through the wilds. Ears swept back with a wide eyed stare. He thought that the paw print might bolster her hope of finding their lost but he could see that was a lost cause. Crooning solemnly at her touch, they began to the hunt again in earnest. They circled round the deserted spine several times in the course of a few hours, turning up empty handed each time. If there was any survivors, the tumult has covered their tracks. Or their body, thought he grimly. Tonravik barked, her voice carrying through their once-home. “We've searched enough. Head back.” was what she conveyed. Indeed. It was fast approaching nightfall. It would be pitch black out by the time they arrived to Moonspear. Kapvik accompanied his Alpha back to the porous mountain. A forlorn air hovered over the wolverine. The bear remained ever indifferent.