Moonspear in the land of not quite day

He sighed a great big breath and looked up with the moment's pause. Dawn's first light had come creeping in overhead, helping to make up his mind to point his path down the mountain. It had been his routine to roam the elevations at night then patrols come morning, the rest up to be decided by the day--especially with the pups getting older, needing more to keep them busy and their training getting more intense, and Hydra or Dirge sometimes busy politically and beyond. Still, for whatever it was worth, he really kind of found a niche with it that seemed to do him some good.. He kept busy largely to himself, ranged occasionally when everyone else was more towards home, and helped keep up guard above all else. Busy, fine with that, but not exhausted. He just tried not to question it much (which was difficult for him), not after everything--for what else could happen?

It just seemed best for him to focus inwardly lately like this. Himself, then family that he still had close next. That all included home, of course, which for him simply went without saying. It was as much a part of him as anything else.. so he didn't even think of it so distinct. Anyway, he got going again, breath pluming on the chill as he tracked a creek-bed down down towards the forest that stretched to the borderlands.