Gyrfalcon's Keep bo'ijani

Femininity seeped from the nymphette as she approached, light in step. Awe was smeared across Djehanne's face, only broken by the inviting smile she held. 

Darling, why do you sit in the cold?

No words were uttered in response. Only a motioning of her head toward the sky and a childlike attempt to grasp the stars was offered. In the winter when the earth was silent, it was the stars that kept Ila company. She would tell them her stories and to her they would breathe hymns of appreciation. Even the sky became lonely from time to time. 
A soft whimper and a nudge toward her companion served as Djehanne's way of asking the same of her; why would a pack wolf be this far from home? A story was a story and Djehanne decided then that she would listen them all.