Moonspear peace comes at dawn, but yours comes at night

There’s a part of her that softens at his frustration. She enjoys it when it’s good-natured, but she is surprised that she has struck such a nerve. It’s okay, she says, prying one of her paws between his forearms so that she might see his face. Talk to me. Who’s Leta? There was a gentle curiosity in her voice as her tail gave a soft wag. Who you met in the Glen?