Moonspear princes who adore you

Kindle woke in the evening, when the sun was very low to the sky. The bed he'd dug for himself was nestled in the foothills, deep in the shade, but for a moment, the sun was slanted just-so in a way that sent a beam of it straight into his eyes. He sat up, disgruntled, and heaved a massive yawn before dragging himself out of bed.

His mind turned instantly to hunting. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and lifted his nose into the breeze. There were plenty of deer on these lower slopes.

Kindle howled in question, hoping to find a hunting partner to do a little tracking with. How many wolves were on this mountain, anyway? He wanted to know how many mouths they were going to have to feed.