Ouroboros Spine fall (ghost synth)

The sound of a child’s cry filled the warrior’s ears as he had prowled along Moonglow’s terrain in search of prey.

Winter would be upon their door soon enough, Foxfur was certain of it. He had been busying himself with the preparations for the rest of the clan. The days were spent hunting, building storage sites for meats, marching the borders and marking them with his scent. It had been tiring, but there was fulfillment in the effort he put forth. If Moonglow could prosper in the cold season, all would be well.

Foxfur stepped through the brush and saw a smaller figure ahead of him. The shape of the young wolf was sleek and sharp, draped in a soft shade of light brown. The warrior realized that he may have only seen this child in passing. He did not know the name of the young one.

Are you teaching yourself to hunt, small one? Foxfur inquired gently, keeping a safe distance from the child as a show of courtesy.