Moonspear her wagon spokes made of long spinners' legs

final post for me! Just assume Moath is following Megara whenever/wherever~

 

---

 

There was nowhere left to go, nowhere left to run. Panic crept up my throat as I ran into yet another dead end, and realized he had led me here. Turning around, I found him...

---

The hunger forced him to pull his gaze to a drifted lapse over the other two wolves, and his muscles tensed. He continued to block the urge so long as Mother gave no incline nor command for him to eat the forward party of prey. He would watch them with those empty and voracious dark amethysts, regardless. 

---

 

And in silence, he waited.

---