Moonsong Glacier send the darkness

jr has settled into a comfortable routine for her. she had woken early, before the sun had ever risen and slipped out of the cave den she called her own to patrol the borders. ghost chooses to perch upon her shoulders; sleepily. a brief glimpse back shows him with his head tucked beneath his wing and she lets out a silent laugh that is a strange breathy noise that is goes unheard by her.

though she should find safety within her own little stone den, there is some primal, instinctual unease that lingers within her at times, creating insomnia within her. not quite claustrophobia, necessarily. but not quite something she can put her paw on, either.

she tucks those thoughts away, drawing in a deep breath of the stinging chilly morning air; letting the stars guide her path and the sugarspun beams of moonlight warm as she makes her rounds.