Moonspear know the bars are closing, but I hope you're still out

arcturus fell into step besides the lean form of his sibling, trailing her tracks with his nose to the ground. she gestured towards a bare patch of soil and it was here the scent of hare was plenty -- somewhere, a warren lurked underground.

he did not need to be told what to do. wordless, the dark wraith spun on his heels and trotted down the slope. his nose knew the way, and he worked in silent harmony alongside his sister, pausing here and there to inspect the weight of each scent until at last he was certain they had come to a tunnel frequented by their prey.