Moonspear No such thing as home anymore

A twitch of an ear to the sound of paw steps, he shrugged and continued on. It wasn't until his name was called on a full moon light that he turned and looked, trying to garner who had called him. It was a voice he knew, but also one that had been changed with time and something else. Turning his head he caught a glimpse of her sillouette and he wagged his tail.

Turning back towards her, he loped forward a happy grin on his face. He skidded to a stop in front of her, the ungainliness of youth long since gone. He chuffed gently and gave another wag to his tail. Hello Ame. He spoke with quiet timber to his voice, both fearful that she would grumble at him and that she would be cold. But also wondering what changed the seasons had wrought. It had been some time since he had ventured this way.