Moonspear hope it isn't repetition

She accepted his nuzzle with a soft growl of affection, pleased he wasn't too unhappy with her response — at least, it seemed that he wasn't. She had to get better at the whole being easily startled thing. Maybe she could pick up a thing or two from her stoical mother, or even ask Charon himself (for he was one of the bravest wolves ever in her eyes).

His query was met with a nervous smile, knowing he was only teasing but she still lowered her newly notched ear shyly, almost guilty of it. Would he understand why she and Hydra had done it? She decided not to draw attention to the matter, unsure whether Charon had even noticed or not, and eagerly nodded as he spoke further. "It's so pretty," she said with a sense of wonder, looking up to the fading light, noting faint stars beginning to make an appearance in the darkening void high above the horizon. "I wonder where it goes at night."