cantlos, the first moon · claiming howl

Loco'en, no question! =D

Leto had dreamed the strangest dreams. For hours on end, it seemed, she slept and her head spun with the might of a desert dust storm. The stinging, sand-filled wind subsided after what seemed like an eternity, and gave way to tranquil blue skies in which a golden eagle wheeled and turned. The eagle's screech became the ethereal wail of the foxes that called Blackfoot Forest home, and this was, perhaps, an intrusion of the real world into her dream. A glimpse of two great bears, one light and one dark, flickered into her awareness and then were gone in a flash. She dreamed of dark loamy forest soil beneath her paws, and breathed in the moist scent of lichen and moss, and she spent hours standing out in the rain as it soaked the earth.

And at length she dreamed of dappled sunlight streaming across her back, and when a howl coaxed her into true awareness she found that this, at least, had been truth and not solely surreal. Bon Dye. Jinx's voice was joined by others, and the name on their lips rang in her ears until she, too, lifted her head and proclaimed its name. Bon Dye. The melody was her vow, the symbol of her fealty. Leto's restless half-coy heart was, for the moment, at peace. Bon Dye.