The Bracken Woods chapter six.

When the woman spoke of not touching the sun, but becoming it instead, his devilishly pointed ears perked higher, revealing an obvious curiosity in what she meant by this. He was not the only one here which spoke vaguely and in a certain tongue. It was a metaphorical comment which he thought he may understand, on the account of this Sunward she wished to make, being a sanctuary for those wishing to put their unwelcoming pasts behind them. 

This is true. For awhile the sun blinds me, the moon has always guided my path. The shadow shifts, his tail, curled up at the end, sway forth and back once. His barreled chest taking a heavy breath. In my culture, it is said the Sun and Moon our bound together. The stars their children and us wolves kissed by them. He pauses, thinking and, know even, that he was not kissed by them. Though he would long the the affection of the Gods, his creation had been from something other. Much darker. 

Studying her, there is an intrigue within him. This woman had displayed herself firstly with a determined mightiness. She was set on staking her claim though it seemed she had yet any at her realm. On the other side of the coin, she was delicate with Hemlocke, trying to understand, to help... Both sides, like the sun and Moon. You are a warden of the Sun, it is obvious. He looks her golden coat up and down before stopping on the features of her face once more. But Moon Mother is in you too. I can see her in your eyes. Eyes swirling of pale silvers.