Moonspear When I see little lights in the shadows

Talisman stirred awake before dawn. When he couldn’t get back to sleep, he unwound with a yawn and decided to go scrounge up some breakfast. As he navigated the slopes in search of a trail, he caught sight of Alaric standing on a bluff off in the distance. He immediately made his way over to him.

Hey, Alaric, he greeted, biting back a yawn as he sidled alongside the healer. Good not quite morning.

He followed the other man’s gaze upward, toward what appeared to be a full moon. The young coyote stared at a moment, thinking it was rather apt for the two of them to stand here, admiring their home’s namesake.

Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you—well, anybody, but I think you would definitely know—a question, Talis said after a few moments, dropping his pale eyes to Alaric’s swarthy face.