Redhawk Caldera That night something of youth and beauty died in the elder world

Clover didn't need to be asked twice. As soon as the thing started to get moving, Clover eagerly followed after it with a wag of her tail. It soon picked up the pace, and Clovers own trot soon transitioned into a canter and then, she and Fiadh were soon galloping. There were no trees in its immediate vicinity and at this point the thing was sizable, bigger than her, for sure. Clover let out an amazed laugh as she hollered: we're doing it!!!! We're making a moon!!!! 

Small things in their moons path had become inconsequential. Their moon also managed to grab some small, odd items along the way—but nothing yet was a force that could destroy it, and in the moment Clover was full of glee that she and her sister had created a moon without any instruction at all. 

as clover and fiadh start an avalanche