Hushed Willows Follow the Pale Moonlight

The stranger's display of submission before him was a little surprising, for he found it a rather extreme response to his peaceful and gentle greeting. Sundance, having been reared by a family that saw one another as equals and did not support the traditional hierarchy often found among their kind, found his position before Celara a little uncomfortable.

She spoke of a pack she claimed to have hailed from and, although he didn't recognise the name of it, the young druid was quick to assume she might belong to one of the court's allies - until he took a moment to rethink what she'd told him. Formerly? Tall, tufted silver ears pricked forward. Had they moved on and left her behind? Had they been forced to scatter?

Jaws parted to request further information, but the mottled faerie Queen arrived in time to take charge of the situation. Sundance closed his mouth and dipped his pale muzzle to her as he stepped aside, pastel gaze flitting from their guest to seek her fine features in silent acknowledgement before blinking curiously in Celara's direction once more.