Moonspear and i'm tired of keepin' lies

set directly after this thread and the night of this thread

terance was feeling-- once again-- pretty confident after his conversation with rannoch. he could do this-- this wouldn't be like those other times. there wouldn't be a curfew, or a charon, or... or he didn't even know what else stopped him all those other times. maybe alya was right, maybe he had just been pussyfooting around all this time. well, not anymore.

focusing on alya's reassurance that he was hot property, terance walked with the rabbit in his jaws, following along @Lyra's scent. it was getting stronger, but hadn't spotted her amongst the snowy cliffs just yet.