Nocturne Summit this little piggy went to the liquor store

though praimfaya strays — unable to keep herself from exploring — she does not stray far. she has only just returned from crogeda, after all, and while her kill marks are healing she is still cautious as to not disturb and reopen the mending flesh. the shadow cloaked summit draws her this time. since blodreina's death she has tried to avoid mountains as much as possible, the sole and alarmingly contradictory exception being moonspear itself. even though she dwells strictly in the lower stretches of the spear's claim there is still a deep seeded hesitation about approaching the peak.

the earth, however, is calm and praimfaya knows that the only way to conquer her fear is to continuously expose herself. living in moonspear helps but forcing herself to explore the range beyond the spear could not hurt. or so, this is what she tells herself.

at first, her interest too piqued by the moss that emitted a soft bioluminescent glow, the commander nearly misses the shadowy man. the softer colors of his fur illuminated by the straying radiance of the peculiar moss is what outlines him in the dusk painted summit and it is the stranger's presence that causes the commander's steps to falter.

a small cant of her head is given as she watches him poke the strange flora, her 'wait' strangling in her throat. she recoils back a step, tail swaying with uncertainty against her hocks, ears fluttering back against her skull. ponk klin! praimfaya hisses at him. what if it's poisonous? she huffs in a strange mixture of annoyed and worriedly at the stranger, giving herself away if he hadn't already been aware of her.