Arrow Lake tomorrow will be worse

darkness slowly consumed the heavens above.
stars peek out over the horizon to glimpse the cretures who walk this mortal plane. a golden figure moved across the lake, gentle in her steps with caution riddling them oh so subtly. crown turned skywards, observing the cloak that blankets the sky, where the moon once laid atop her throne was now nothing but a seeming tear in the sky. finch had only experienced this one other time, unsure if there were a way to call it... but she ponders this. she continues moving throughout the claim of diaspora with vigilence and purpose, patrolling their borders generously. it was dark, and anything can creep up on you in the darkness. now was the time to remain alert as she can.

before long: movement. she notices a form, prowling amongst the background as a shilouette.
a little too close for her comfort.
she approaches the canine figure with a curious but cautious demeanor-- intrigued by what they could be doing underneath the blackened sky. staying a fair distance away, she lets out a small chuff to announce her appearance before her voice breaks the blissful silence.
,,are you lost out here?'' she asks as she leans her muzzle in a little, swiveling her ears, attuned for attention.