Moonspear every night falls prey to sunrise

The snow quaked as she emerged, powder cascading off to its brethren as she snarled after him. Even with a speckled face, he could make out the rows of teeth lunging for him as met them with a flash of his own. All in play of course, as the steady wave of his tail did little to further the display he put on for her. His muscles were tense as she drew near, every intent to hold his ground until the very last moment. His pride swelled in the way his chest puffed, but all was swept away on the gusty rise as he sprang for freedom the moment she drew too near for his tastes.

He had no problem giving her more reason to pursuit him, whether it was in pleasure or aggravation. Though time had passed, his steps seemed sure where they did not sink into the snow and his direction assured he still had the upper hand as he moved for the timberline that clung to the slope. Dirge enjoyed the thrill of leading in that moment, a laugh breaking his venomous, toothy grin as he descended beneath the boughs of proud pines. The rake of needles against his muzzle and hide would not deter him, nor did the myriad of scents to arise.

He needed these distractions.