Moonspear slippery slopes

Moonspear was lively with the birth of Sialuk and Elentari’s pups. One each—a boy and a girl. It seemed fate had given them the perfect gift, and while Argent allowed the women to rest, he was a consistent presence outside the Ulaq. 

When he was not there, the silver wolf had taken to hunting—feeding the hungry and fatigued mothers as they adjusted to their life now—nourishing their pups. 

A hunt was exactly what he was partaking in—jaws clicking on empty air as goat kid he aimed for offered a perfect maneuver to not just kick his side and steal his breath a moment, but to propel away from him. 

The chase would be fruitless, and he groaned as he straightened himself, knowing the bruise to already be forming. 

When he looked up, he saw a dark wolf,  traipsing upon the edges of the ridge. And then, she was gone. 

Uttering a howl of alarm to garner his packs attention, Argent’s own discomfort was pushed aside as he leapt to action, eyes cast over the edge as he maneuvered his way down the slope and carefully to her.