Moonspear time is up, time has flown

The shade moved down from the rocky portion of the mountain and onto ground that did not strain him quite as much. He had followed the path of a stray mountain goat for some ways before he had been forced to give up on it. The agility of the prey animal had been much too advanced for him to pursue on the dangerous peaks that the goat traipsed with almost careless ease. Down he went, aiming for the borders where he could set his sights toward a patrol. If he could not promise them a meal, he could ensure the borders were freshly marked.