Silverlight Terrace i don't know how you do what you do

Oooo...

Sleep hadn't come easily for Floki the last few nights, and after tossing and turning for a few hours, he finally took to his paws. He left Wildfire slumbering and crept away, moving on silent feet to avoid waking her. Under the twinkling stars, he stole down the northern face of the mountain, with no real destination in mind. Before he knew it, he was traipsing across the border and into neutral territory.

Silverlight Terrace stretched before him, living up to its namesake in the moon's milky glow. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling momentarily weightless; it was like he had left his troubles behind on the rocky slopes of Moonspear. When he opened his eyes, exhaling through his nostrils, he froze. His gaze landed on an ethereal figure, and he thought of Mason and Allure -- he had met both wolves under the pretense of night, when shadows hid even the deepest secrets.

This time, he was sure that it wasn't a ghost he was looking at. It was a she-wolf, and she looked rather dejected. Without moving to close the gap, he called out, "Are you okay?"