Moonspear snake pit poetry

She loved her children dearly, though Meerkat stole away from the den this morning to take some time to herself. She actually craved a proper adult conversation without any (adorable) interruptions. And there were many wolves on the mount she had yet to meet. It became her objective to seek out at least one of them to chat today.

Meerkat roamed the lower eastern slopes, following a familiar path toward the Altar of Twilight. She studied some of the unfamiliar scents scattered around the mountainside, like @Ukulele’s and @Wicca’s. Then there was @Penn’s, which wasn’t entirely unfamiliar, though she still couldn’t place him.

The trail narrowed into a steep downward plunge. Meerkat dug her heels into the hard ground and carefully picked her way past a cluster of pines. Soon the ground began to even out underfoot, though she stopped just shy of the borders edging into the neighboring valley.