Whitefish River find me in the moonlight

The male's voice called out, forcing Moonstone's ears flat in an immediate response of both anxiety and submission. It took her a moment to calm down but after figuring that if he wanted to hurt her, he would have by now, she was able to settle back in. Tiny, she laughed. There was nothing that humbled her more than having her quiet time beneath the moon's grace; being looked down upon helped her to remember just how small she really was.

Moonstone turned to face the burly male and with a smile, she asked, Is this something that you like to do? Watch the sky, I mean. If it was, well, that would be exciting! But if not, Moonstone would rather know in advance than accidentally talk his ear off about constellations and heavenly phenomena. I'm Moonstone, she said, hoping he'd respond with his own name. It was always good for the heart to meet a new soul and given the circumstances, a little healing was in order.