Moonsong Glacier do you know just how much you're worth?

A falling sun finding home within the ranks of a moon's gentle song.
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Cloud Ember came to his mind - the woman who spoke over Silver Shadow. Her fur looked like an ember in the light, and the other man had called her 'cloud'. Cloud Ember. Fair enough, no? Maybe his tongue would someday be good enough to hold the actual names of moonwolves. 
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His paws grew heavier with the thought of leaving her behind, but Fallen Sun nodded at Cloud Ember's question. But... the deer? He thought he'd be... hunting? Was that not happening anymore? 
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Well, he was never one to turn down a meal.