This is dated to Sept 10/11-ish :3 Also, I do not own 'Son of the Moon' aka 'Hijo de la Luna' by Mecano 
Her journey had been going fine thus far.
Leaving the AniWaya territory from the east part of the fence had been a bit tricky, seeing as she now had Sugar to worry about. They had had to walk along its edge for a time before there was a small space wide enough for Sugar to jump over. Other than that, they ran as fast as the wind. In her mouth Ralla had carried the end of the lead rope leading to Sugar’s halter, and with her long legs she had been able to guide the horse to the east; ever east to the rising sun.
The land before them stretched forever onwards as they passed through what Ralla had been told was called Serena Reserve, and hunting had been plentiful of large beasts called wapiti (although she didn’t know it). Game had been scarce after leaving the reserve’s borders—a rabbit here, a squirrel there—but Sugar had plenty of grazing from the remnants of fall’s bounty. No more was Ralla afforded the luxury of waking late in the day and doing her Gata Hineyu duties. Instead she had to be up at the crack of dawn to follow the sun’s rising path. The scents of wolves were not to be found where she passed through, and all the time she wondered if her vision of whatever was out there was something that she had misread. No… I can’t have… The golden orb rising as the pack ran the trail towards it… Journey… travel…
To entertain her lonely self, Ralla sang songs to Sugar when he rested beneath whatever tree she found for the night; her favorite being 'Son of the Moon'. His load had become heavier as they traveled and as Ralla stumbled upon the ruins of the Long Gones. Shiny bits of jewelry, glass, books that she could not read (and that she regretted she had to leave in favor of things she could actually use), and odd contraptions and knick-knacks. Anyone else would’ve called it ‘junk-collecting’. But they fascinated Ralla so…
The land after three days grew more secluded from even game, and Ralla began to worry that her next meal—a rabbit hanging by its foot on Sugar’s girth strap—would be her last bit of meat. Her paws were well-callused now from her endless running, and she only stopped in consideration for the brown horse. It wasn’t until her fourth day that she came upon a small lake…
And the sound.
To Ralla’s ears, the sound was so smooth that it coursed through her bones and made them reverberate, so clear it was. And so familiar. Automatically, she remembered the unknown sound from her vision, and her pupils grew wide with realization. Shifting to optime form, Ralla took Sugar’s rope and led him quietly along; careful not to cause too much noise. When she smelled company—Another wolf!—she tied the lead to a tree and jumped up into the branches. Leaping quietly along, disturbing only a branch every so often, she crept ever closer to the seductive sound.
She finally came upon the form of another thin wolfess--no; coyote? Hybrid? The scent was strongly coyote, but Ralla did find some wolf and dog mixed in there. She was lying back with what Ralla supposed were her belongings in front of her as she held a great wooden...thing in her hands and produced that strange sound that had even made Ralla begin the journey in the first place. Is this it...? Far from disappointed, Ralla was actually joyful that her vision had led her through the beauty of Serena Reserve, let her collect so many Long Gone things, and to meet another hybrid so far out. Dropping to a lower branch, Ralla smiled and hung in visible proximity a little ways from the other female.
"Hello," she said with a smile. Despite her friendliness, Ralla actually felt a little awkward near the other. While Ralla prided herself on her own grace, her limbs were so long they were clumsy-looking; she felt like a wallflower next to the hybrid playing...whatever it was.
Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.
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