Whitefish River find me in the moonlight

After checking with each and every member of his small pack, Grayday had set down from the plateau, intent on getting a few hours of searching in that night. He detected no sign or scent of his absent mate, but noted the proximity of both the hotsprings and Silvertip Mountain. He'd know that cold, striking outline from anyplace, any angle. He wasn't sure how he felt about being so close to a place he still sometimes thought of as home.

Purposefully, he did not go toward the mountain, but follow the river south. It would provide him with a visible trail to follow back home, and these days, getting back home was everything to the male. In fact, he was about to call it a night as he caught sight of the pale figure down the bank. His heart leapt - Gwen! - but when he drew closer, the woman's scent revealed her to be a stranger. The male stopped short and turned his head, following the ghostly woman's gaze. She was looking at the moon, of course, and Grayday couldn't stop the audible sigh that billowed like smoke from his parted lips.

"Makes you feel small, doesn't it?" he asked, thinking that - if the moon could talk.... if the moon could only talk, what could she tell them? Grayday knew that, somewhere outside of his own vision, Khoe was under this very same moon.