Moonspear her vestal livery is but sick and green

totally ok with this not going well for him, lmao. AW!

Heavy clouds had rolled in from the East, a thick slab of grey through which only the moon's light could be seen as a diffuse glow in the haze. Anywhere else, and Aesop might have had to stop traveling for the night. Traveling by the stars was the most reliable way Aesop knew. Their endless, wheeling dance was one with which he was intimately familiar. The sun was less reliable, her travel only one-dimensional. But memory still served as a good guide when others failed.

Aesop knew where he was. From its base, the Moonspear thrust into the sky. On a clear night, it might have been a brilliant sight. As it was, the mountain was merely a dark shadow on a dark sky. The border was marked clearly and consistently, the signs of a long-lived pack. He had cause to hope, then.

It was a gamble, coming back. He didn't know if Charon would still be here, but some sense of loyalty had made him stray back to the Wilds and back to where he had last seen the boy and his mother. He tipped his head back and howled, seeking out any wolf who knew the whereabouts of Charon.