Sunbeam Lair ❝merintel tirië nissi, híni i artassen mí tárë oronti,❞

Drawn into the evergreen depths with the burnished courtling was an inkfeathered and rather curious make of lupine — and as with all things that are curious by nature, the stricken would like to reach out and touch. To run the rose-peak of her shorn muzzle along the unfurled and dark drapery; to look into the delicate gaze. Of course she does.

But the willowisp only surrenders a gauzy smile of greeting; corners of waxen lips shying heavenward with attempted amiability. Andromaque's catch reminds unheeded, and instead she gives a kind cant of her marred skull and muses,  "Please, come and sup with us,"  argent halfsight finding the auburn once more in thanks, before returning to the quilled wolf:  "How has traversing ze earths been for yourself, strider?"