Moonspear The Morning After

She'd gone up the mountain and taken a few greedy days to adjust to things as they were. It had been the furthest up she had gone in quite a while, and not since before the lightning strike. Evidently she'd needed something like it. Now a bit more settled, physically and mentally, she skimmed gradually down the slopes, feeling ravenous with a craving for something fresh and bloody. That was what guided her most of all, especially now that dizziness and nausea had backed off to leave behind a purposeful, instinctual hunger.

While her nose sought game trail, she started to key into other subtleties. Before she could find herself investigating them any, a curious scent caught her focus and she grunted before shifting course towards it.

When she approached him, he was alone, although her nose quivered. She had not spent very much time around him lately. Or really anyone. "Harley," she greeted with a swish of her risen tail, a little stiff on her overall tone but if his eye was sharp enough, he'd probably realize why soon enough. She was intent in her stare upon him and the dark alpha curious to see what this was about, so assuming the explanation would follow shortly. So long as it did, she'd remain tempered enough to converse and not hunt for a moment.