Moonspear the devil at your door

It was the howl that caught her attention first. Had it been during the light hours she may not have minded, but this one did not sit well with V — the first thing that came to mind were the pups.

Silence passed as she stirred, trying to decide if it was worth the lost sleep to check out whatever was happening. The pups had the entirety of Moonspear to protect them, including their formidable parents.

Then a second call tore through the night — a summons from her father. She sprung quickly into action, slinking through the trees. When she got close enough she could smell the cat and a ripple of fear caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand.

Dad, she whispers, head low, ears back. What next?