Dragoncrest Cliffs Light of the moon moves west

something was not right.
mireille's small tail stopped and pointed straight behind her, hackles fluffing with alarm. whatever sparkled visage she was developing suddenly paled beneath her instinctual call to aid her sibling.
she dashed to sobo, whining as she tucked her muzzle beneath his a moment and began to sniff over him, keeping their small bodies pressed together. mireille was ready to call for their mothers and sisters, seconds from raising the anxious yelping of a pup in need of protection from their pack.