Lone Star Mountain belonging to the night

Asterr moved like the northern lights.

Noctura had never let any wolf get this close to him before. Normally his hackles would raise, his teeth would bare, and he'd barely notice the thunderous growls coming from his own throat. He was a defensive beast, always ready to strike. But Asterr seemed to have a calming effect on him — a phenomenon he'd never known before. He didn't feel his fur bristle or his teeth clench together. He heard no growls. He simply stood, cool and charmed, one silver gaze melting into another.

The future was dark and light all at once. Deep down, in his brazen bones, he could feel the harrowing possibility that this sparkling new bond would result in blood, death and loneliness. But there was something else, something new, and Asterr's unyielding hope was infectious. And dangerous. All he could do was answer her question with the honesty she deserved.

Yes. I would like that.