Moonspear There will come a soldier,

From his own lurk, he heard her hunt--though he didn't know it then. It was the sound of someone moving over the landscapes that alerted him, and his head was up soon after, nose quivering as it pulled him in closer. Eventually, he realized it was one of the mountain's most frequent night-dwellers. While he was not strict on which schedule he kept, sometimes he was part of the things that went bump in the night out here on the slope too--though, his paths did not intersect directly. Tonight he might see to that otherwise.

He surfaced, and decided to go after her to see what was going on. Antares missed the clear sight on her lost opportunity, though a whiff of the wind was potentially telling enough as he pulled up near the panting wolf.

The yearling tilted his head in silent inquiry first, gauging her from a few lengths away.