Silverlight Terrace mere silhouettes

Night descended, its chill following not far behind the setting sun, but her itch to remain in motion was undeterred and viciously unsatisfied by just her own round of patrol while the others watched over the puppies. It pressed her just over the borderlands, down further, and then into the small valley her mountain towered over. Now with level ground underfoot, and so low down here too, registered starkly as unfamiliar to her (such a strictly mountain-dwelling beast these days) that now removed, she felt vaguely misplaced.

She exhaled, adjusted, and slid onward, reminding herself that she had not left the Spear in a handful of moons now -- roughly, four? -- not since the lightning had warmed her blood, since before Lazarus then the various other strife upon the peace of her days, and most valuable of all, since before her daughters had existed. She reasoned it was unsurprising that it did not feel quite right to her to not be up so far.

Amekaze brushed her quivering nose against the grasses at her feet, seeking to familiarize herself and ease in even further. Perhaps, should luck shine as generously as the waxing moon, her pathway may lead her towards treasure. Hunger did not spur her nearly so aggressively now that she had mostly weaned the whelps off her, but the opportunity to pursue something never left her. Prey or otherwise, she only wanted a busied mind and body; something to bring home to show for her energy expended did not hurt, either, especially with winter looming.

Predatory in all her motion, the dark alpha skimmed her sights ahead, swung her ears forward, and lurked deeper into heart of the valley to see what may captivate her before she inevitably looped back toward the Spear.

she hasn't been out in a really long time so, random thread,