Moonspear The line is where the night lies

Alaric pulled himself upward. Following winding trail of the goat herd. Green eyes focused on the horns of the Ram in front. He knew he'd have to have caches. Their numbers were small and he had bodies to feed.

The rocks tumbled beneath his feet and he had to regularly adjust his grip and stance. Despite the danger he was enjoying himself. Adrenaline. Ah it was intoxicating.