Dragoncrest Cliffs oh, for the night to come again

Usually, Aure would’ve preferred to be left alone; but then she heard a cry of joy, and the cream-café eyes of she-wolf she’d caught was distracted by it, too. Peering over, she heard another pale wolf announce her fascination to the other, who’d spoke with Tux.

Since she was here, might as well begin to come to familiar terms with the other members—or, try to.

Rising to stiff paws, and legs that were stiffer still, the porcelain brana have a long, luxurious stretch to quell the shivers of excitement in her. She stepped deftly about the shadowy form of Tux, who she might’ve missed had it not been for the sky stumbling with its armfuls of stars. She gave a gentle click to him in greeting, before picking her way over to where Mallaidh and Ali were.

Hearing the dark-faced’s statement, her ears curled toward the words, her mind suddenly fizzing as her pale eyes brightened all of their own. “You’ve seen this before?”