Moonspear may the moon remember you in waves

A bright moon hung low overhead. Close to full, she guessed, and with clear, empty skies around it. Beyond the moon threatening to outshine them all, it was a good night for the stars. Briefly, that made her think of her mate.

She was tempered by the cooler temperatures of nighttime and a small fresh meal in her belly, so she now found herself wandering the middling meadows without too much of a thought. It was perhaps simultaneously the most rested and the least bothered she had felt in a while, and it felt good. The tranquil evening draped around her may have helped, too, paired with the fact that she had literally slept the whole long summer's day away in the darkest cave she could find. But she didn't care. She had needed it. After ousting Althaia and Harley not so long ago, and managing to not throttle Charon all the way to the northern Wilds in the meantime, she felt it was deserved -- as well as the very least she could ask of the pack to hold things together while she took her share of colossal naps.

Now, feeling a little torn between withdrawing too much too soon and still not compelled enough to put real effort into covering ground, she continued to skim across the moonlit swatch of mountainside somewhere in the middle of it all. She carried her nose low, skimming lightly over the dewy grasses, sort of like she was prowling for something. But, the meander of her gait suggested otherwise.