The Bracken Woods Hear my voice? Answer it

Loir started to choose to stick by Morningside territory more often, at least in the Taiga. The moon was starting to go down, and the stars in the night sky were beginning to fade away. Soon, bright sun would shine, followed by some emerging prey Loir could sink her teeth into, and perhaps a way to relax. The female loved relaxing during sunrise. She thought of sunrise as maybe something good, peaceful, calming. Loir used the sunrise as a time to push away all of her worries aside and focus on the present.

Loir had decided to go to the Bracken Woods to enjoy the last bits of night, and the bright moon would be sinking down, making way for the sun. Perhaps she could let out a long howl to say goodbye to the moon? Loir loved howling, but not as much as hunting, her favorite. She continued walking along, noticing some of the orange belonging to dawn slowly popping up. Loir walked over to a rock and climbed upon it, lifting up her head and letting out a long, maybe scary howl, saying goodbye to the moon and making way for the sun. Daylight would be arriving, and this would signal another day as a Morningsider.