Moonstone Quarry Clair de lune

just 'splorin, anyone is welcome to join, tho gonna tag @Dash since you expressed interest in my threads thread

For the first time in his life, Phocion felt completely at peace. Perpetually hungry, yes. Tired, yes. But ultimately peaceful.

He had a purpose, finally--to serve Silvertip. He was now on good terms with the wolves he had offended at his disastrous interview, and he was proving himself useful to his new family. Besides hunting for Zaria and her brood, he had taken to traveling the lands around the mountain, both to sniff out potential threats to the pack and to scout for places they could find good luck in hunting.

This place was new to Phocion. It was nestled between Silvertip and the large mountain range to the south, a quiet quarry with a multitude of small pools on the floor, shimmering as they reflected the moon's pale light. It was a beautiful night, barely any clouds to obscure the lunar orb and the millions of stars that surrounded it. A bit chilly, the breeze ruffling his plush white fur, but beautiful nonetheless.

He began to travel downwards, taking great care in where he placed his paws on the narrow paths that led to the quarry's bottom. One misstep and he'd be sent tumbling; someone would stumble upon him later, lifeless, his broken body sprawled out in one of the pools. He shivered slightly at the thought and carried on slowly, keeping his gaze firmly anchored on the way ahead.