Duskfire Glacier love will always be a lesson

Ishtar did not respond when she spoke of intimacy between her and the blazing orbs so very high above them. He'd already reiterated that if it was intimacy of stargazing she sought there were much better places to do so then this small clearing where he'd happened to be dining. He saw little purpose or use in circling one another about it. He'd made his displeasure known and thus was finished with the matter. Nipping banter was only serving to rile him further and he did not have the intention of letting his ire get the better of him. The glacier seemed too pure a thing to spill fellow canine's blood upon and thus Ishtar did not wish to taint it with such a thing. “And pray tell what suits my face, instead?” A soft snort of amusement left his leathery nostrils moments before his salmon pink tongue drew across it. His ear twitched away a moth that fluttered carelessly past it on it's charted course of bouncing around the clearing, drawn by the soft light of the moonbeams that cascaded down through the thinned canopy above them.

“For a lesser creature, perhaps,” But Ishtar did not perceive himself to be a lesser beast. Dining in a pack was one thing: the alpha's ate their fill first and then followed the subordinates in their strict hierarchical order; all were present for that. That was different then hunting for one's self. He called no pack home and her touching his meal or not was an irrelevant fact despite her insistence to bring it up. A soft, deep chuckle rumbled in the strong contours of his chest, bemused. “You speak it with a conviction as if it matters. I hunt alone, I eat alone.” For now, such was his rules. 

The beast had settled back into the silence, contented to keep a watchful eye on her as she tried out his name. Her questioning would have been expected of anyone who kept a faith. Ishtar did not and thus found himself subtly astounded when her question as it posed itself to him. What does it matter? “Tell me does a God really exist if he is not believed in? I do not believe in such fairy-tales. Whether Ishtar the god rules the realm of the dead or not is for you to decide,” Ishtar had deduced long ago that he decided not to believe and thus neither existed to him. “He is a story to scare young pups,” Ishtar spoke his opinion as he'd always had: dauntlessly. “I am what gives his name merit.” With that information she could do what she would. 

“Names can be very powerful things, was Andromeda given to you or earned?”