Moonstone Quarry o, chanda

a midnight thirst stirred her from her den. it was a вук's before hers, the details told her. she'd leave it come morning.

on sighthound paws she came to the pools. moonlight caught in her fur, framed her profile as she dipped her muzzle to drink.

the patina of sleep hadn't yet lifted, and she remained unaware of another midnight drinker.

can be a quick thread or u can archive if it's too old <3