Moonspear house hunting

While Ciri had quickly grown accustomed to Moonspear's slopes in the months since her family's relocation there, her confidence in better acquainting herself with its wolves came more gradually. Her mother had been distant - the true weight of Nyx' grief was unknown to her, but she suspected the struggle in her with each new dawn.

The blackbird turned to solitude as she often did, too reluctant to question her dam's stability and eager to lose herself on the spire's frosted reaches for a time. She rather enjoyed the cold and the thin air on the higher cliffs, and spent would oft spend many hours looking out over the valley below with a silent longing to see her father cross it to find her.

She was not alone, however, and at the sight of an ashen-furred wolfess the young Ostrega regarded her quietly. Her dark ears sprung forward, curious, but she did not breathe a word.