Lone Star Mountain III

Late reply, my bad!

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The blackened femora pranced throughout the night, eventually finding her way up in the sunspires again. Luna didn't know where she was heading or what her intentions on returning to the mountains were, but wanderlust hit the dame like a bat to it's ball and she suddenly couldn't find herself sitting in one place for too long. The heights were her home afterall — Lunaria was always a mountain girl.

The gleam of the evening sky reflected off of her shiny dark coat while she walked, and in the distance, Luna's moonstone gaze was casted upon a mysterious silhouette. It looked as if the fellow was already preoccupied with something else, so the women gave a soft bark to announce her presence and began walking over.