Moonspear nuyuiksuk ⚬

The night deepened, spanning well into its chilliest hours and perhaps because of this, not very long ago, he found himself alone again after the pups began to turn in. Earlier patrols and hunts with the juveniles branched him off away from the usual stretches anyway, and as he concluded duty enough for the evening, inevitably he returned for one of the wooded copse he preferred to haunt; his step was light, his head carried low, but ears tipped tall still.

With the snowfall starting to pick up, he considered briefly turning in entirely, but a peculiar scent he could not place drew him forward--deeper into the trees, he skimmed along until he had something to zero in on. Ahead, at the base of one tree.. so he went closer, nose first (scenting Hydra's influence then, too), at least until he could be near enough to say to her: Hey, the dark Ostrega offered against the quiet, pairing with one more step. Only barely could he keep the question off his greeting, but he was sure to cant his head with everything he kept unsaid for now.