Moonspear In all my years of living

He followed after the girl, a puzzled expression crossing his face. Peekers? He repeats. He hasn't heard of such prey before, and supposes that he may be trying something new today.

Eyes graze over the boulder field, searching for the sight of any strange rodents as they move along. Have you caught one before? He asks, the intention partially to create conversation above all else.

Already he can feel the pain sparking in his legs, and yet he continues. He is determined to finish this hunt.