Qeya River mysterious as the dark side of the moon

they left under a full moon which hung like a heavy disc in the sky. the cold, the night, the premise of fighting ahead all exhilarated loko, who kept at the quick clip of his da alight with buzzing energy.

it was his first excursion out since his encounter at the sound: loko felt his limbs stretch as if putty under the sun - he felt his tension unravel, ebbing, ebbing -- his da ahead with bright tail bobbing.

he kept quiet, reserving his energy. his da kept pace easily while talking, but loko was not so fit: it took all of his breath to simply move, there was none of it to spare for idle chatter.

night faded, giving rise to day which broke over their shoulders like an old friend welcoming them in. loko slowed when njord did, his breath rattling through his muzzle and rising in grey smoke above his head.