Moonspear prey to none

Kira woke to the snow and her tail flicked with excitement. She yawned and stretched and stood up, ready for the day. The wolf was still tired, and wanted to find a way to wake herself up more. 

The feel of fresh snow under her feet was helping. But not enough. She took off running, weaving her way around the area she had come to know. The snow flew up around her and her heart raced from the exercise.

It was exhilarating, until she couldn’t quite stop herself from crashing into Treepie.