Moonspear be devout to hunger, child

"Thank you," Wraen dipped her muzzle, when Drogon told her that the kiss had been nice. It did occur to her that this could have been his first one, but she was not brave and shameless to ask. Continuing the thought though... it had been a first one for her too. Like in terms of kissing another person.which was not a relative, for the first time. And all embarrassement aside - it had been pleasant. 

"Superheroes are heroes, but they have a super-power. Like no other person has," she explained readily. "Like there is the power to set things on fire, or control water, or talk to fish, or turn into other living beings, or being inwolfishly strong, or being a very, very, very smart person, or being able to lift and move things with your mind, or being a shapeshifter... or... well, you name one extraordinary power, preferably a magical one, and voila - you are a super-wolf. If you do good stuff with that power, then you are a super-hero. Or... there is always a possibility of becoming a super-villain too," Wraen had said this all in one breath and now that she had finally come to a halt, was inhaling and exhaling heavily as if having run a 100 m sprint.