Wild Berry Meadow he followed

The smile that warmed the white wolf's face caused Noctura to tilt one ear in curiosity and — perhaps — appreciation. He was glad this might turn out to be a pleasant meeting after all, and one about the stars no less.

As Charon Ostrega spoke of his mountain, Noctura's gaze flickered to it once again — its peak wasn't even fully visible in the hazy black, but he had seen it before and knew it well from a distance.

Perhaps, he agreed, turning his eyes back to the fateful Charon. Where do you think your path leads? he added. The zenith of Moonspear?