Moonspear right in front of my salad?

After roving the mountainside all through the nighttime hours, she came ghosting back to the rendezvous early, early in the morning while presumably, the rest of the family slept still. Her steps were mindfully quiet--she didn't want to disturb, and she hoped she might be able to steal a few hours dozing with them before they awoke and set out for the morn themselves... But in threading her way down the pathway, she spied white fur, and soon made it out to be Galaxy.

Drifting closer over the damp grasses, her ears were pressed forward intently as she attempted to discern what the girl was up to with her head down to the greenery. With a low murmur, she spoke up. "Feeling okay?" she asked, not yet fully certain, but beginning to suspect she was eating the grass. While not necessarily overly concerning by itself, Amekaze still wanted to peer deeper into this; it didn't quite feel like the whole picture.