Moonspear as the sun spirals its longest dance, cleanse us

As he spoke, she mhm-ed softly with a slow exhale. The earth, the skies, the stars -- even these seemingly inconsequential fireflies. Her thoughts were pulled in many different ways suddenly, torn between the finest of details to the greatest picture of all. She wanted to feel it all, and know whatever she could. She was frustrated by this, suddenly, and bit it back down before it could find a place to escalate in her tired, aching head.

When he brought up the hunt, she found herself grounded in the reality of that mess. She did not know how much he knew already, or from who's point of view he had learned of it all. The hunt itself was just the beginning of that whole event, surely with each Moonspear wolf there having a different perspective on what had gone down based on the sheer volume of things going wrong there. "There was. We brought back a ram, so it was not fruitless in the end." she grated at the memory of it all. They had brought back more injuries than prey, too. "Who have you seen already?" she asked. She was leaning her weight off her worse side, the right, ever so slightly.