Wapun Meadow stars, they come and go

Fengari answered prayers in various ways--sometimes directly, sometimes indirectly. Sometimes, upon praying for him to slake your thirst during a drought, he'd lead you to a hidden spring in the mountains rather than opening the heavens and sending rain. Or you'd pray for an elder to recover from an illness and he'd die, but soon after, an expectant mother would give birth to a similar-looking pup, a reincarnation.

Sometimes, however, Fengari was quite literal with his answers. Like tonight, when Phocion pleaded for friendship and found his call responded to--not by the moon, but by another wolf.

His ears pricking, Phocion bounded a tiny bit in place in excitement before rushing forward, white pelt streaking over the snow, both animal and surface gleaming in the sliver of light from the moon. A black shape was ahead, which soon materialized into a wolf, which revealed itself to be an attractive, dark-pelted woman, upon further inspection.

"Good evening, and blessings to you this Nyx," he greeted, with a small smile. Her brown-green eyes glowed even in the darkness. She looked faintly familiar, though he couldn't quite place her face. Perhaps if she spoke. . .