Moonspear Nosferatu

A girl approaches, and Astrid's breath catches. A star among fireflies, a diamond among rhinestones; the most beautiful creature in the Glen and the mountain beyond, surely. A common coat, yet it is her features that light the girl on fire, the character that brightens and sharpens them and gleams behind her eyes. The nightcreature steps forward, head dipping smoothly in greeting, and offers one of the nods that have served her so well in this pack. It is a strange concept to her, that such a simple movement satisfies the need for response so completely. She knows the gesture, yet it would never have passed for an answer in her homeland. Just another thing to marvel at, while she basks in the beauty of a queen in the making, a sleek shark among the goldfish.