For Ezra

[holtfinder]

The two moons hung like sickles in the sky, offering little extra light over the grasslands occasionally studded with rocky outcroppings or single trees marking the land. It was a warm, muggy night that promised rain to come eventually, but not yet, not until the thick air had a chance to settle on the land like a blanket. On a night like this, the majority of the splinter tribe was mewed up in the caves, with only a single sentry, one with a strong talent for Sending patrolling the edge of their territory for signs of trouble.

And of the splinter tribe, the strongest Sender was Moonshade. Lifemate and lovemate of Strongbow, she had picked up some of his skill over the centuries, though right now the only one she is in active communion with is the wolf she rides, brown-furred and as alert as she is.