Moonspear Lights go down

As night gathered around the wilderness, darkening the air like a bruise, Wildfire's mood did the opposite: it lifted, lightened. Perhaps it had something to do with napping the entire afternoon away or stuffing herself with a freshly killed rabbit moments after awakening. She didn't question it, shrugging off her earlier and uncharacteristic crankiness as she slithered through the woods at the mountain's base. She was well-rested and well-fed, though there was another appetite that awoke inside her even as the rest of the world began to fall asleep.

"@Floki?" she called, sotto voce, when she struck the Beta's trail and tracked it down to its source. Her amber eyes squinted through the trees, darker bars of black against the deep indigo shadows. "Are you there?" She had seen him this morning, before they'd gone off to their respective tasks—she experienced a vague echo of her earlier resentment—but she veritably thirsted for his company as she slunk through the twilit wood, stumbling over a tree root with a quiet oof sound.