Moonspear made for ending [bwp]

The alpha was staying low on the mountain too. Highly suspicious of all sorts of things, it was feeling most worthwhile for her to vent her energies lower on guard and otherwise—where she could at least shelter from some of the snow and cold too at times. It was working out so far, even if she remained distant, but intense towards those who chanced their lucks coming close to her.

Amekaze paused her roving when a voice hit the winds from nearby. Listening, and encouraged since she was relatively in the neighborhood here in the depths of the night, she canted her head back to add in her lower-toned song. She'd never had the greatest voice for howling a particularly lovely melody, what with a bit of grit on it always, but she would join in on the sentiment all the same; she would always much rather have the moon out where they could see it.