Hushed Willows not idly do the leaves of lorien fall

Spur dipped her her head in response to her guest's gratitude. She wished she could be as eloquent and genteel in manner as the likes of Deirdre and Starbuck. But that was an idle wisp of a thought that drifted away on the late summer breeze as Starbuck polished off the meat, then said that she must be going. The sun would set soon but if she departed imminently, she might make it home by nightfall.

"Thank you for everything, Starbuck," Spur said, positioning herself to walk the she-wolf to the nearby borderline. Once they reached them, she paused, staring out at the world beyond the Keep before her blue eyes found Starbuck's delicate, pretty features. "I hope I can call you friend. Maybe one day, I'll see you again." But she couldn't be sure she was welcome at Donnelaith—if she'd even want to go that near the bay ever again—so she left it at that, lips pressing together as she bobbed her golden head again, this time in farewell.