Noctisardor Bypass Big Boy Want Friends

Careening silently, white against stark blue. With the tuck of her arms and eager reach of talons she gripped the extended limb of pine. High, settling as a solitary ice cap against the green. 

From this height she could not be expected to hunt - observe, yes. She could see, she could hear. Enough to stay entertained despite how sluggish she felt. It was too warm for her these days; travel was often done by the light of the moon and oh, how tired she was.

Something scraping at the dirt. Her eyes alight, and soon she drops from her roost to do a low sweep of the area. When next she lands it is near a snaking stream and the white noise of its movement is oddly relaxing. 

For now the wolf goes unseen.

Could be a cameo!