Moonspear after hours

The golden yearling had turned her own winding-down patrol into being halfway on the lookout for her brother, but instead, she started to come across the queen and her sister before she got good trail on him. That realization had her pick up her pace. Opalia jogged lightly on, ears perked up tall and eyes bright, though the closer she came, the more respectable she presented.

Lately, she had learned a lot. It was a subtle process, and she had done nicely to fall into place among a serious guard, and an expansive claim. Even the heights bothered her a little less nowadays, though they were not exactly her most frequent reaches. So long as she could see the sea on the horizon, she was usually quelled enough to work nicely. Plus, not being the bulk of the guard, the hunters, and the everything all at once had afforded her far more luxury--and benefit--than any of her recent ventures since Drageda. She headed into spring well on the upswing already. Hei, Hydra.. she greeted as she closed in towards her, softly dipping her chin to her alpha and waiting to be received before she could say more. However, without needing to ask, it didn't smell like she had come across her brother recently either..

>_>;;;