As the sun had slowly set on the western horizon, Moonfeather had settled on a cool slab of stone just outside of her cave. The heat of summer had a tendency to give some wolves of the mountains trouble - many were born with thick coats to deal with the cold winters and generally cooler climate of the higher altitudes found within Spirane. The shamaness often spent much and more of her time within the glacial cave at her back, alleviating the heat of the summer days, but she liked to sleep underneath the stars. She held a great connection to the earth and the world around her. So she lay there, with the cool stone beneath her, and observed the beauty of the changing skies as dusk claimed the sky and night swept the world into darkness. Slowly, she drifted off, her head lowering to her paws and a peaceful slumber descending upon her. Kutcha was perched nearby, head tucked down into his wing as he, too, relaxed into sleep.
The pair were roused sooner than expected by the baleful cries of a wolf in pain. Moonfeather's head shot up, her ears shooting forward as her eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness. Without hesitation, she leapt to her feet, head dipping within the entrance of her cave to grab her go-bag of medical supplies. As she took off in the direction of the wails of pain, the near silent whoosh of wings overhead meant her companion was with her, scouting ahead to better help his companion.
Moonfeather loped through the trees, her sleek bodice navigating the wooded area with ease. Kutcha appeared before her, wings flaring to signal her to follow him. She slowed to a jog, looking over to the left as the raven gargled and gestured towards the lumbering form of a porcupine trudging back off into the cover of nearby bushes. She quickly assessed the scene, seeing the disturbed soil and broken branches that indicated someone had had a rather unpleasant encounter with the large rodent. But she didn't waste much time on the cause of the problem, instead picking up a lope once more to go in search of the poor soul who might have a paw or face embedded with quills.
He wasn't hard to track, his yelps sure to rouse many a wolf this night. His pain and panic made it fairly easy to catch up with him, and Moonfeather circled wide before intercepting his path. She howled softly to him, a sound meant to comfort him and hopefully distract him from his headlong flight long enough to slow him down so that he wouldn't run right into her either. Her pelt glowed softly under the moonlight, making her somewhat easy to pick out.