Silverlight Terrace Canyon moon

Investing to put her best foot forward, Allure had determined it was time to earn a few trades. She was 9 months old and officially part of the adult hierarchy. While she should have been thrilled at the idea, all she could think about was @Pasha, @Swigt and @Whittier – what were they doing? Were they also placed in the adult tier?

With a stab of homesick longing, the ebony and ivory girl swept past the borders of Redhawk Caldera, her slender muzzle tilting up to release a short howl to her pack mates – notifying them she would be back within a day or two – she was not entirely sure what protocol to sue, but she didn’t want them to think she had abandoned them.

Her travels had taken her skirting around a mountainside – not desiring to climb its sides, nor did she wish to investigate the scent of wolves that seemed to linger more strongly in that area. Winding her way to the opposite end, she cast her bright eyes upon the land before her, intrigue pulling her forward.

It was then she noticed the silver form of the male – and the youth that seemed to emanate from his handsome face. And yes, he was indeed handsome – and having absolutely no experience with boys that were not her brothers, Allure felt her own heart flutter with nervousness as she debated whether to say hello or slip away into the darkness.