Silver Moraine before whom I stand

A mixture of intrigue and bafflement overcame him as the reddish female gave her reply, and Denali shook his head bemusedly, taking in her words. What a strange creature. Still, he lowered his head in farewell as she departed, watching her bushy, almost fox-like tail retreat behind her.

For a brief instant, the burly wolf-dog thought to follow her, drawn to her as he was. Eventually, he decided against it. He had no idea where she was headed, or why. He did not want to disturb her travels. And this. . .spell. . .she had somehow cast upon him was probably nothing more than the lust of a young male. It would do no good to follow.

With a snort, Denali turned on his heel and stalked away, her image still etched in his mind. Perhaps fate will bring you to me again, her parting words had been. "Perhaps," Denali murmured as he trotted off, closing his eyes against her recent memory.