Moonspear In all my years of living

His ears twitched at the sound of the strange call, mimicking the apologetic look offered by the Moonspear girl. It happens. No reason to linger on it. She was pretty young, and he was hunting a new prey. There was bound to be a bump. Something for me to learn from.

He looks back to the way they came from now. My legs are starting to get sore. He decides. We'll try this again another day. He was determined now; he would catch one of these strange rodents before he left the spear.