The Sunspire when the trees are crowned with leaves

As her golden-brown eyes stared upwards toward the shadowy peak, Spine could have sworn she saw shadows moving in the corners of her vision—but every time she adjusted to get a closer look, nothing was there. After a few minutes of this, the female sighed once again and rose to scout out a more comfortable patch of grass to sleep on. Finding one, the striped wolf circled a few times before settling into a curled position—her chin resting upon her forepaws, and her tail-tip curled over her nose as she attempted to succumb to sleep.

Occasionally, her eyes would open once more to search the mountain's face—but as always, the shadows and faint noises she sensed appeared only to be figments of her imagination.

That is, until she heard an odd purring sound from behind a nearby tree. Spine's head lifted immediately, her ears and eyes alert... but she had still been too slow to catch the creature's wide and glowing eyes. Still, as real as it had seemed, the female did not move to investigate. Instead, she queried the night air with suspicion, "Is someone out there?"