Moonspear She takes me away

After a little motion was spent and some steam burnt off at the little creekside, she steadied back and relaxed her gait. The night was fresh still, and bright. Alive, well, and she was happy to partake—only more so if it weren't for the hungriness beginning to creep up on her almost obnoxiously.

She prickled up her wet, bladed coat and thought she caught a whiff of raccoon nearby. But roving on further provided her no good trails. Instead, she noticed subtle tellings of one of their more recent additions' scent. That, she decided, she could do well to investigate further. She went tracking after Wraen, noticing a little something extra to the trail now that it was underfoot, and the dark alpha slid comfortably down the forested trails she had passed through not too long ago. Ame knew she was closing in before much longer. Once close, she edged from the shadows with a soft chuff, curious of the female's business.