Moonspear liberal biblicisms

set Dec. 31 - for @Treepie

It had been a long time since Killdeer had been so content.

Surrounded by children, friends, and a potential life partner, his world had fallen neatly into place over the last moon or so. Even the chill of winter could not dull his spirits; even the mountain snow was a beautiful marvel, sparkling in the sun, glittering under the moon.

The man trotted over said snow now, tightly packed under his broad paws. He was tracking a hare, following both scent and the faint imprint of its leaps and bounds across the ice.

He knew he was getting closer, and slackened his pace, breathing slower and softer so as not to give away his position. He doubted it would wander far from its burrow in midwinter, and thus didn't want to scare it underground, where it would elude him.

Killdeer drew to a stop, nostrils flaring, panting slightly as he tasted the air.