Northstar Vale alone, even here

a soft exhale as small smiles trace her pale jaws, feathered tail never content to lay still as it swished across swaying grasses. so he is a fellow night wanderer, she's surprised to find how pleased it makes her feel; such a scrap of familiarity amongst what felt so foreign. there were little things tundra believed in, from her scepticism towards the gods worshipped by the native blackfeather wolves to those that believed fate lay out paths with set destinies. yet the night sky with its ethereal beauty, she believed it was some sort of phenomenon even if she failed to go as far as to believe twinkling stars were the watchful gazes of lost ones. cute idea and perhaps a good coping mechanism but the stars were simply what they were; powerful, beautiful, cold but nothing other than stars. nevertheless she holds back on diving too deep into such thought processes, simply murmuring with a quiet intensity. "yes i do believe the moon is worth trusting, she looks out for those the sun doesn't care for.." okay perhaps a little deeper than she'd intended to go for and formerly pressing eyes tear away from his gaze to look away in a somewhat bashful manner.

usually so stoic and to the point, she found it hard not to cringe at her own insightful words even if they were what played within the complex of her mind so often. she casts a sidelook his way once more as he moves, the light dappling his unique pelt so that he glowed like an otherwordly fire in the silver light. it suited him, much prettier than the harsh light of a sun dripping flame she thought. she nods along when he looks into the more practical side of it, amusement twinkling in the form of reflected stars as she glanced upwards once more whilst he moved to take advantage of the cool waters. "you're definitely not wrong there" it's hummed in agreement as she drinks in the crisp air greedily. 

running an idle tongue along black lips, the phanthom like being rolls back tired shoulders and makes the mental decision to let herself slip free from the soldier and embrace the full witching hour, body relaxing lightly as she drops large eyes to his form; smile slowly gracing her features. "maybe a little cliché of me but...i really do love the stars" her eyes mirror the sky perfectly as her snout tilts upwards; large inky orbs dotted with reflected silver lights. such a clear night, it would never lose its beauty to her.