The pale wolfess stepped out of cover the group had been in, and then an odd glow about the place. She paused, glancing upwards to the sky. This was...this was something she had never seen before.
A red moon. She was somewhat worried about this, though she was not entirely sure why. Perhaps by how unusual it was.
Then again, she was also mystified by it as well. It was ominous, and held her attention for what seemed like quite some time.
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Lennon followed the tracks of Korei, wondering where she’d gone off without another. He hoped she hadn’t secluded herself in woe. When seeing the pale figure, his shoulders relaxed. Gaze following her own up to the red moon, admiring the crimson orb setter in the sky. ”Strange, inn’t?” He inquired, slowly stepping closer to the girl. ”Blood moon, never seen one but I’ve heard of them.” His memory traveled back to the words of a slightly crazed, astronomer mentioning the supposed power of this moon. ”Another’s suppose to be in...March, I think.” He recalled the old wolf’s words, speaking of the celebrations that occurred at the time of this phenomenon. He almost wished to be there now.
The boy was in awe of the moon's color this night, and instantly his thoughts went to Korei. He knew she loved the night sky, and he wanted to share the magical night with her.
He wasn't disappointed to find there were others already there-- maybe a bit at first, but when he recognized them as his love and his sister he quickly relaxed. It would be a lovely night with all three of them.
Alarian had come only in time to hear Lanawyn's offer of a story, so he slipped in quietly to nestle himself against Korei, licking her ear affectionately and murmuring: The moon made me think of you.
He fell silent, then, turning his gaze to Lana expectantly. The boy didn't doubt the others would agree to the story.
Korei glanced to Lennon with a smile. It was quite an exotic site to see a red moon. So different...She heard another and turned a bit to see Alarian's sister, Lana then Alarian himself. Her ear flicked and she almost jumped at his appearance and tickling touch, and she rubbed up against him when she realized it was him.
"Yes...please" she answered to Lanawyn, and then she waited for the wolf to begin a little story.
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The night was lovely; everyone settled down for a story, and Lanawyn told it beautifully. It seemed so much more enchanting under the strange but beautifully altered moon. By the time the group had dispersed and said their goodnights, it was late and Alarian was more than ready to fall down somewhere and turn into a wolf-shaped rock for twelve hours.