Dawnlark Plains a day of quiet adventure

Lucani's yellow eyes lingered on the male, and for a moment she felt a little surge of freedom at being a lone wolf. It had been a while. Out here, there was no instinct to submit or dominate — she could admire his hardy gaze, and feel interested when it seemed to flicker with something deep. Was he, in fact, a sad clown? She was keen to find out.

And so she nodded her agreement. Lucani Cygnus is my name. She spoke it full and true, with no need to hide it or be ashamed.