Nocturne Summit feel yourself flying

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Charon spent a lot of time near the Moonspear. He'd recently stayed at the Bay for a while, but it just didn't feel like it was enough anymore. He longed for greatness, and if anything, the Moonspear was a magnificent beast, a majestic mountain that seemed almost to pierce the sky. Even as he stood upon the shadowy summit alongside it, a shiver ran down the yearling's spine as he thought of his future pack and what a fantastic home the Moonspear would make. Nocturne Summit was entirely engulfed in shadows even during this time of day, around midday.

Dhole had pointed out this summit to him when they met her at the Moonspear, and he decided to check it out now. He had found no trace of the wolf Dhole sought, and hoped she was alright. While he understood why Dhole liked the mountain, particularly in summertime, he didn't think it would be a suitable home come winter. Shadows didn't usually attract prey, and the Moonspear's nature was more diverse than Nocturne Summit's.

The yearling's wounds were healing well, and his movements had gotten less stiff over the past week. Charon trotted neutrally along a trail that wound up the summit when he heard water streaming. He followed the sound until he reached a river that cut through the mountain. Charon looked into the water and considered fishing. He could use a bite and he wondered if the fish'd be different from the ones they had back home.