Swiftcurrent Creek nightshade

the evening held muskrat at her post, and she guarded through the night on the nearest border. for long spaces of time did the awqalli remain motionless save for the searching movement of her eyes.

the moon swung. nightblack lightened one shadow's worth to the first hour of morning.

it would be expected that muskrat had retreated to her den, perhaps, but the smirk that graced her face was nothing less than ardently energized.

moon-owl eyes glinted.

soft padding of paws and the hitch in her gait might announce her outside @Akavir's densite, but without hesitation and in grave boldness she slipped into it, seeking to invite whatever lashing surprise or empty space might be present.