Moonspear hear me, hear me brother

“I have,” he answered her readily, offering a polite smile in return for her having noticed.
 
Darkness had become a peaceful time for the young Ostrega boy. He’d found the quiet hum of crickets to keep him company as he made his route along the edge of Moonspear’s claim. It was rare that anything happened during nightfall, but he had found that the silent habit of tending to the borders after dark was beneficial for both him and the pack.
 
“It’s cooler, quieter… I like it better than day guard,” he then offered with a soft chuckle.