Silverlight Terrace to the stars, with regards

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Night descends upon the Wilds rapidly, velveteen colors of dusk and further night conquer the last, stubborn vestiges of the day like ink carelessly spilled across parchment. It is a breathtaking sight, Mato thinks even though he knows that he and @Seabreeze cannot afford the time to stop and admire it. They have covered much land over the course of the day and soon he thinks it would do them both well to find a territory to bed down and rest for the night. Mato reminds himself he must temper his eagerness to find a place to build Tindómë, to quiet the calling long enough to regard his companion. Gracious Seabreeze! Whom had decided to partake in this new chapter of his life (of their lives?) with him. He must think of her, of course. A leader must be able to regard his subordinates and put them first. “We should bed here for the night,” He suggests. To the south of them is a pack’s territory: a looming mountain at their back but they are plenty far from their borders in free territory and so long as they continue to hug the outskirts of the Terrace Mato does not think it should present much issue.

After a long moment, a wistful sigh leaves the lips of the starlit druid as he takes in the ethereal beauty of this particular territory: admiring how the bright moon above causes the grass to look silvery. It is beautiful and he thinks that if not for the fact that there is a pack directly to the south he might have liked to have this territory for Tindómë; but he holds true to what he told her: he seeks a territory away from the immediate area of other packs. As perfect as Silverlight Terrance was: it was not perfect enough and thus they would need to keep searching. “It is a shame there is a pack directly to the south of this territory. It would have made a lovely territory for Tindómë.” He gives voice to his previous thought, sparing a glance at his companion. “Are you hungry? Perhaps we should hunt.” The druid muses, a slightly sheepish grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he regards the rumble of hunger in his own stomach. Surely, they could find something substantial for the two of them to share.
His ears cup forth atop his skull only to swivel back with an errant twitch as he remains alert to the territory around them.