Silverlight Terrace who's left to console the choir

A light, southern trek pulled him along the rough curvature of the mountain range between the wilderness and its sibling hinterland. The sky was awash in its evening attire, though the rolling valley of Silverlight was well into twilight, where sunrays no longer reached over the snowcapped mountains. He stayed away from this place for such a spell, not quite daring to tempt fate any more than he had in his last venture there.

But all in all, his curiosity won him over, and he found himself taking a stroll that was far more leisure than his intentions there. He thought this place a common stomping ground belonging to @Hydra, and needless to say it was perhaps the entire reason for letting himself draw nearer to the familiar jag of Moonspear's crowning features.

Drawing his muzzle up and over the summer blend of foliage that tickled it, he eyed the many ridges that laid between him and the fringes he recalled their claim to sprawl; he would go no nearer to them, ever keen on keeping focus and suspicion off himself. If she lingered near she would find him, the wind not at all in his favor as though it were intentional too. A subtle tease for another subtle tease.