Moonspear again in the glorious [m]asterwork of life

Something was different that day. The recent disappearing of Janus had worried Charon, considering their already low numbers and four youths to feed who couldn't contribute fully on their own. Yesterday he had worried and wished for it to be differently, but today he was glad to see the male away so that he may share this moment alone with his queen. It reminded him of how they had settled this mountain over half his lifetime ago as Alphas, with the promise of what was to come lingering in the air.

As soon as he caught her scent he knew it, knew what this meant and that he should follow the trail that she had laid out for him. He licked his lips after sniffing the paths she had travelled that day, and then he set to follow. He arrived at a creek moments later where her scent was abundant and it drove him crazy, but he knew he shouldn't directly follow her trail any longer, or he may never find her.

His nostrils flared as he quickened pace and sought to cut off her path, wherever it may be leading. The timing was perfect, with spring well on its way his mind was set for the future and he trotted at a brisk pace, his chest puffed and body carried proudly like the king that he was to show her that he was worthy of her prize.