Barrow Fields tiger's hunt

@Julep

Although she missed her family, Moorhen was enjoying her time flying solo as well. While the trips she'd taken during her time as Akhlut had been eventful, they'd always been tinged by a terrible guilt for being away from the island. It was hard to reconcile how much being made a pack leader meant to her with how much she cherished ranging the wilds on her own. Perhaps that was why the world had seasons.

Moorhen felt deep in her bones that the season of wandering was drawing to a close. Her heat had passed and this time, did not seem to be coming back. Some of the fire that'd lit her blood was dissipating, leaving room to miss people now that some of the need for violence had been displaced. Today, she picked her way along the coast, looking for familiar scents and wondering if Eastwood was still at that cliff pack.