Moonspear hunger.

Tehama's silvered gaze flickered up to catch the startling jade of Desdemona's eyes, wondering what she thought of her history.  Only rarely had Tehama recounted the story to anyone, as she hated the idea someone would pity her or coddle her on account of her past.  But instead of a pitying or sympathetic look, the other woman's head had bobbed approvingly as she spoke of the traits coveted by Moonspear.  A flush warmed Te's cheeks, hidden by pale tawny fur.  She hadn't realized how much she would relish the larger wolf's validation.  Her tail swayed in pleasure.

Flattered though she was by the unexpected praise, the three-year-old turned the questioning back onto the dark lady.  "Have you lived at Moonspear all your life, Desdemona?" she wondered aloud, voice gentle, kind.  Tehama's slate-kissed ears tipped forward with curious interest.  "Are you family to Hydra and Dirge and the rest?"  Surely this lovely woman robed in charcoal looked like she could be one of the reigning family, and her mysterious calm seemed like it would fit in with the clan's overall character.  Again she stole a glance at Desdemona before looking away toward the cache between them.  Te's heart beat like the wings of a hummingbird in her chest.