Silverlight Terrace heart bolt

Tonight, his paws were itching and his heart was racing. He had scoured the slopes of their verdant mountainside, run amok on re-marking their borders, and still felt energy to burn coursing hot in his blood. Overhead, he noticed the moon was rather full, and the night was young, so he slung back his head for a short howl to tell his comrades before he went galloping for the valleys spread below. Usually, he'd try to rally up a sister or Gannet before he took off, but tonight he left it up to them to find him if they wanted--he had a need to just keep moving towards whatever goal he could find along the way.

A newly growing piece of him was keen to stretch his legs in this way more than before. New standing and responsibilities at home had helped bolster his confidence lately, and this played into it gamely. Along with a full year beneath his belt and new little siblings to help protect, the Ostrega was feeling bolder in recent weeks than he had ever known before. He was game to see more, and ever-curious to find out what he could learn out there, wherever his paws went.

He picked a forward route leading into the heart of the Silverlight, perhaps hoping for a hunt at best--not that one yearling packed a punch, but he was adaptable and fast enough. He could test his luck and he wanted a challenge, but nothing caught his nose yet, so he kept going, length after length away from the slopes. While he was out here, a piece of him stayed on the lookout for some of their misplaced faces: Vela's Drogon first of all--who he held a higher hope to--and then secondarily, the mysterious Lucy who he had not seen in some time, nor did he or his family have any clue about. Almost, he wondered if she did not want to be found--however, he was eyes and ears peeled for anything remotely worth venting his energy towards as he trotted over the moon-draped hills.