Samhain Waxing Wolf Moon
Rigel and Vega have remained outside in the woods tonight. Kate and I got up with flashlights and went outside to find them. They were back in the southeastern corner worrying something, growling and running around, back and forth, a lot of vigor and intention, little focus. Vega came in for a bit, but she whined to go back outside and help her sister. She’s out there now.
It’s a cool, rainy night and they’re out there committed to a coon-hound thing; stay with the animal until it’s caught or shot or escapes. They’ll come back in the morning when they want breakfast.
