Moonspear confessions should be better planned

The other young male relaxed upon Slavik’s invite, and soon he had come to the blonde wolf’s side. Slavik returned his smile, his tail continuing to make snow angels on the ground. For sure, he replied to the darker furred wolf, and followed his gesture out to the setting sun. The colors had begun to stripe the sky, in a cirrus and windswept pattern. Blue was paling to purple, pink and orange swirling together. The sunset in itself was glorious, but the stars were what he was after.

Slavik looked back to his companion when asked a question, Sometimes, most of the time I’m doing other stuff. You? This specific sky-watching session was only inspired by Wraen, he wanted to see if he could find the Orion and Hydra constellations she’d told him about. Though sometimes he would wander up to the sky scraping areas of the Moonspear, just to be a little closer to the world. The other introduced himself as Jarilo, and with a toothy grin. Slavik gave a grin in response, I’m Slavik.