Blacktail Deer Plateau coming to a close, we're down by ten.

The leader woke at the first sounds of distress, but by the time he'd extracted himself from the pile of snoring puppies he slept on, Moonstone had slipped away. Grayday glanced between his warm bed and the blink of white growing steadily further away and made a quick decision. Lavender murmured after him as he went, but all three were snoozing once more by the time he caught up to his quarry.

He was silent as he drew alongside the pale shewolf, his larger form brushing briefly against hers in tacit support. His eyes traced the lines of her face for a moment before straying to their surroundings. They were headed toward the borders, and Grayday let out a tiny sigh as he recognized a familiar pattern.