Lost Creek Hollow Bloody Veil

Ilya chuckled uneasily, her ears falling a little. "I wish I had an explaination for you," she murmured in response. "I've never spoken to the she-wolf before, I just hope I didn't say anything offensive," she added, a quick swish of her tail around her paws to warm them.

Although a little confusion still hung in the air, the odd tension slowly ebbed away, and Ilya felt obligated to speak of the strange moon again. Her gaze looked back to Mordecai, and she tilted her head. She knew that Mordecai was older than she was, although only by a few years, and she was curious if he'd known anything about it. She, like Arabella, had found no pattern inbetween the two moons she'd seen. "Do you know anything about it?" the black fae asked, glancing for a moment to the moon to remind him, in case he had been too caught up in Arabella's strange leave.