Silver Moraine swifter than the moon's sphere;

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she was growing worried.
the sun had already began to dip past its zenith, and still, her companion did not return. she shifted carefully her poised stance, dipping up her muzzle once more and issuing a wary call. the sliver of song faded into the lull of midday, and her ears pricked atop her skull as she waited carefully for a reply. when the lull continued unabated did she finally rise, taking a few wary steps to the south. she knew the hunting ought to be hard, here, for even without sight it was obvious that this land was barren and lifeless, even in the midst of this changing of seasons. 

she wonders briefly if something had taken togo - something dark, something that would inhabit a place as empty as this. her friend had left her near the eastern edge, and the vast expanse of unknown emptiness to her right had her unnerved. the prickle of unknown eyes burning into her had her scan once the expanse, revealing little else beside light and blurred shadow, a range of greys and blues. 

she begins to pick her way south, a venture made tenfold as difficult without togo to point out all the crevices and clusters of rock and ice, the latter of which is plenty, here. moving is arduous and slow, and yet her nerves can not allow her to remain rooted where she'd been left, not when monsters and dark things roam this place.

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