Slithian, that spineless, cowardly snake had fled at the first sign of proper danger, leaving her and Led to fight the moonling on their own with nothing but a basic, dollar store lighter.
Moofius wasn't sure how she and Led had survived the attack (her lighter hadn't, mangled and devoid of fuel) but the next morning she awoke to find a gallizar flopped over her, herself and her mount barely alive.
It had been a good month since then and Moofius had built herself the ultimate tree fort. He was high in the treetops, invisible from the ground. The way up was made from the branches and was not obvious, with a pulley system that was never left down and the tree was close enough to the Tengel River that nobody could see her from the river, but she could get out of her tree and get water easily, even when Moofius had been in a bad way.
Inside her fort made of sturdy, flat leaves and branches was a bed made of woven grasses. After a long day of hard work it felt a lot like clouds.
She felt like a real wild child, her clothes tattered and her hair a mess. But it was good. Each day she went to bed exhausted. Her wounds were healing (the largest gash was down her thigh was the only one that was really ever in danger of breaking and bleeding) and she was eating a lot. Led, too, was feeling better. Her temper was at an all time high and with her newly developed battle scars interrupting her sleek, elegant body the gallizar was not a force to be taken lightly.
It was Led who started their next adventure, at a time when Moofius was enjoying the cooked body of a rather unfortunate Kamee that she had caught. Moofius had been chewy on the ridge of the kamee's head when she heard it the beginning of the next chapter.
Led had been out hunting for prey, stepping quickly and trying to keep low as she tried to find her next meal. Ahead something crashed through the forest, many things in fact. many small, stupid things. The gallizar had to clench her teeth to keep from clicking out her own version of laughter as she tried to slip closer to the group without making a sound. But there was a sound wiggle room with them shouting and stomping through the forest
as they were.
No matter what the circumstances the gallizar was still red, white and black. At some point she felt she was close enough that they hadn't seen her but would soon. Now that she was 10 or so feet from the group she charged through the underbrush, her time spent hunting in the Tengel giving her an advantage. She had a good sense of what undergrowth she could run through, and which areas were to thick for the attempt. Luck seemed to be on her side as her
long legged strides brought her closer to her prey.
Led was so sure of the kill that she hissed loudly, eager to inflict some fear on her dinner. It made the blood flow so deliciously fast.
Soft, bovine ears lifted up and swiveled towards the familiar sound and Moofius sat up, orienting herself towards the sound. She was not concerned, nor aware that things were about to get interesting as the strange girl stuck the boney, crispy ridge back in her mouth, turning back to her woven grass blanket. She was still a sloppy weaver, but Moofius hoped to change that before she left the Tengel.