Moonspear night ride

Alya released a breath when her mother did not react negatively. She wasn't quite sure what she'd expected, but his was certainly the prefered reaction. A huff of laughter escaped her at her mother's questions. "He's all those things," she assured, unable to quell the tiny smile that quirked her lips. "The biggest wolf I've ever seen, with scars you wouldn't think a man could come back from. As for magnificent... well, I guess I can't speak for that. But I think he could be."

He was still young, and although he seemed to have achieved much, he was still dirt in her father's eyes. She had to remember that.

"Daddy wouldn't like him, though," she revealed, shaking back her fur as if that didn't bother her. "So it's really a moot point. But maybe I won't tell him that just yet."