Silverlight Terrace one, two princes

From the fields, he threaded his way between the quarry and the spine, sniffing around the edges of Moonglow as he did. It was a well-marked pack, but the protective mountains made it difficult to see what might be going on inside. The pack likely remained in the territory's hidden interior, for the most part.

Kindle wondered how old their children were.

Not yet ready to make introductions, become attached, and therefore lose his freedom to babysitting once more, he decided to do the full circuit. It was beautiful enough in the daylight that he did not want to travel by night for fear of missing out on some incredible sight — but as the sun set, he could not help but marvel at the beauty of this area in the moonlight. He gazed around him in quiet wonder, blinking at late-season fireflies and pouncing on field mice as they skittered from burrow to burrow.

Kindle laughed to himself, deep and huffy, feeling incredibly glad to be alive as he decided to try and catch himself a little snack. A mouse would do nothing to sate his hunger — but it sounded fun, didn't it?