Moonspear ^_________________________^

These allusions are made with the permission of his player!

She hadn’t gotten around to her bath yesterday, though that was for the best. It had rained overnight and halfway through her patrol, Pie was soaking wet and covered in flecks of mud. Once more, she fantasized about taking a dip in one of the mountain’s many natural springs. The water would be cold, though Tiuttuk knew she would emerge refreshed.

The smell of blood drove that thought right out of her mind. Her hackles prickled as she walked cautiously toward the scent, legs stiff. She found a tacky red puddle splashed over a small boulder sitting at the foot of the mountain. There were tufts of fur scattered about too, not to mention furrows in the muddy earth. This was the scene of some sort of violent altercation.

@Glaûkos had been involved, that much she could tell with a few investigative sniffs. Heart sinking in her chest, she followed his scent—and thick droplets of blood—away from Moonspear. The trail led her south, toward the Altar of Twilight, and abruptly vanished at a small brook cutting through the cradle of rocks. Treepie roved back and forth across its bank, then splashed across, but there was no further sign of him.

Who—or what—had he fought? And where had they gone? Tiuttuk spent half an hour trying to puzzle out clues, though this was a dead end. She had no choice but to retrace her steps to the proverbial crime scene, where she spent another hour studying the evidence. The only conclusion she could draw was that Glaukos had fought an intruder of some kind and then… well, she couldn’t be sure of anything else.

Her lips pursed, before forming a moue. Pie howled the news to @Alaric, Tikaani, @Pala and the boys, letting them know to be careful near the borders and keep an eye out for their injured comrade. She hoped aloud that he would turn up at some point, otherwise he would leave a gaping hole in their village’s ranks.