Moonspear club can't handle me

The days were long and the nights longer when he was not on moonspear. He was firm on fulfilling his bride price—but he was loathe to be away from the children, as well as their mothers.

Today, he placed a muskrat in one of the caches, disappointment that his capture had not been a finer beaver to assist his journey. Sweeping dirt over to hide from prying eyes, the wind drew his attention as it drifted to him—Acrux.

Intrigued, the new father shifted from this now completed task, icy gaze falling across the lands and watching the dark youth.

A hunt.

He watched—he waited.