Moonspear nothing like my punch drunk kiss

As it would seem, her patrol did not coincide with the loner's arrival. His howl forced her to backtrack, and even nimble, mountain-savvy paws like hers had to mind themselves in ice and snow like this. She'd never known these slopes to be this damn slick, but every stride forward got her closer. Pyx's additional call, which didn't really speak of urgency or concern, gave her some minor relief -- but these days, their numbers stretched thin and her daughters eager to roam, she could never feel too careful.

When she did arrive, her tail swung up and she zeroed in on the loner. Male, robust-enough from appearances alone. A flare of her nostrils and she realized he was making himself comfortable too. She came upon the scene curious and all ears to catch their conversation. Who is he? everything about her suggested in her possibly ominous silence. Ame was, as always, scrutinizing in her way but interested enough; they could use the able bodies here these days.