Duskfire Glacier love will always be a lesson

Her eyes flicked up from her meal towards his face. They were seated comfortably almost - like they could be friends instead of strangers. Bemused, Andromeda merely waved a paw to the sky, gesturing at the stars. "Perhaps it is not you I am lingering for, she mimicked her previous tone, "but the stars." It was silent for a while, and she enjoyed the small quiet before his voice pierced the veil of silence once more. She shot him a glance, not irritated, but quite amused that he should think no other was allowed to be in the same place at the same time.

"Can a wolf not be struck by coincidence? I am already here; I think I would prefer to stay." Her own voice went to imitate his, though hers was not soft in a gentle way - hers dipped low, uncaring for his predicament. If he chose to move, so be it. If he did not, it had no effect on her. She bent down back to her meal, carefully picking at her kill. Squirrel. Too small. Ann's cyan locked onto his own, and she smirked, a curious lifting of her left lip only slightly, yet still enough to be noticeable if he looked closely.

"I was going to eat and look at the stars. Instead, I find you. So, pray tell, what do you call yourself?