Moonspear When I see little lights in the shadows

Alaric’s remark gave the impatient coyote hope, though it felt wrong somehow. His reddish tail flicked thoughtfully.

How early is too early? he wondered.

As for what sounded good to break their fast, he paused a moment to ponder. It was frigid on these slopes, particularly while it was still dark. A hunt could warm their blood. But he was actually feeling pretty lazy.

Maybe we could find some berries or something? Grab some cold cuts from a cache? he mulled aloud.