Northstar Vale super~moon syzygy

Saena pulled her head up, sliding her slender snout across a foreleg to ward off an itch, as someone rose from the tight bundle of Duskvale wolves. The rustle of their fur and the near-silent squeaking of snow under their paw pads caused her to whisk upward as well, and she stole after the departing pack wolf, conspicuous in the darkness but uncaring of it. With the Duskvale pack so close, she had nothing to fear.

As she went in pursuit of her pack mate, an amusing reversal of their roles that she was still unaware of, she became aware of who he was. Tryphon was often reclusive and removed from the pack, but he had found some kind of niche. Saena, unwitting as she was, hadn't noticed whether that was good or bad from his perspective. Truthfully, she'd been paying far more attention to Warbone of late than the yellow-masked Sveijarn, and the good-natured Dagfinn more easily drew her attention than did the morose Tryphon.

But under the light of a swollen moon, she felt like spending some time on him. She drew up softly behind him, under no illusion that he hadn't noticed her, and whined a quiet question of permission for his company.