Moonspear workin' on the night moves

Tiuttuk was still en route—she’d just emerged from the northern fringe of Bramblepoint—when she heard Katmai’s howl. She muttered an expletive under her breath and hastened her step. As soon as her little paws hit the foot of the mount, she sent up a howl to let everyone know she was on her way, then began her ascent.

Wyvern joined her somewhere along the way, casting a shadow over the Ostrega as she panted her way toward the plateau. For some reason, her yellow eyes flicked first to Kindle. They then bounced to the others as Treepie stood at the edge of the gathering, catching her breath and debating where to situation herself.

The nighthawk dropped onto her shoulder and folded her wings, her beak tugging gently at the long, silky fur of the wolf’s nape as if to say, Hurry up and make a decision!