may 16 full moon criss cross with katto!
His species might not cackle like the spotted hyenas did, but he was one of the happiest little fuzzballs tonight.
Charyena had wandered from his part of town and he couldn't stop moving, big puppyish paws carried him across the plains until the mountains that'd seemed distant were now upon him. It was a forest now, not like the ones he was used to from the south, but green and vibrant and full of sounds. At least he assumed it was green and vibrant, he couldn't discern much color other than the reflected blue of the moon.
The sound of something skittering against the leaf litter caught his attention, his nose worked away to figure out what it might be. A mouse maybe? Or a nice fat rat? He wanted it, whatever it was, so he began to creep along and sniff after it's trail.