Moonspear Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see

On the edge of dangerous and stupid he traveled the spear of the moon. Body fitting nicely into the edges and the grooves. He raced a bit and then would slow down. He got a small chuckle out of the fact that were @Keen here she'd probably flay him open with her words about danger and being safe. And he'd just have to pat her on the head.

Though he wasn't quite sure why he felt so restless, but he did. There was a distinct edge to the black furred man. Green eyes tracing over the valleys and vales below and above him. It was beautiful here.