Moonspear Sooner, or Later?

The chaos of the hunt had left her with numerous new injuries, but to her great relief, it was nothing too serious. However, Harley she was worried about. He had come to mean a lot to her recently, as a friend, and she worried for him. She had found his kindness and caring to be sincere, as he did not waver, even when she largely ignored him or spoke little. 

It was a clear night when she went searching for him, and the stars glittered above like tiny eyes. His scent was like a clear trail, to his den, and it was there that she found him. She approached, at ease, and a tiny chuff of greeting escaped her maw. "Are you alright?"