Moonspear spiderlegs

It had been a long day of relative solitude and for a change this did not bother him. Not that he had much to complain about in the first place; for all things considered Dirge was content with almost everything. The weather had been a pain, sure, but with the safety of a well worn in pack territory to house him he never had far to go if he desired to be out of the elements. Even the view here quelled a little of the itching wanderlust, though he would have reasoned it tempered his patience for spring to be in full swing soon.

There he did not dwell long, for a happy little call punctuated the quiet ambience. Briefly a corner of his mouth turned upwards toward a smile but was cut crisp as he responded with one of his own. He didn't recognize the caller, but there were still a few faces that were nothing more than passing smatterings in his recollection. Perhaps they'd join him, but if not he was just as content to mind himself for now.

sorry for the wait