Altar of Twilight but god, all I ever do is feel

aware of hydra's decree — that wolves of moonspear were not to step toe out of territory without company — praimfaya, still partially on her victory high, while acknowledging the logic behind it — assumes that so long as she does not stray too far from moonspear's borders; should be fine. it was upon her patrol of said borders, as night stole across the sky and the sugarsweet beams of moonlight touch upon the rock wall of the altar; the vale is cast in an ethereal glow. naturally, praimfaya finds it aesthetically pleasing.

wanting to be amidst the moon glow, she ventures into the vale; cautious. though chilly, the night is clear and quiet; still almost. praimfaya's frostbound gaze is keen, one ear towards the spear's borders at her back, while the other pivots; listening for any footfalls besides her own.