Silverlight Terrace Canyon moon

At first, the boy bristled at the sight of her, stirring her heart to hammer in her chest more rapidly. If he wanted to fight her, she had tried to learn a thing or two from her father and aunt – but all in all, she considered herself a better Scout or Hunter than a warrior.

But he seemed to calm, seemingly noting she was not here to threaten him. Swallowing, attempting to help the sudden dryness in her throat, Allure allowed her shoulders to lift in a gentle shrug at his amicable tone. “Exploring,” she noted, simply, allowing a small smile to grace her slender muzzle now. “I could ask the same of you.”