Silvertip Mountain by it's fire

Well deserved, your writing is gorgeous. <3

Lane's ears jumped to attention at the stranger's soft greeting. Her gaze trailed along the edge of the cliff, searching. She stiffened when her eyes settled upon the man's pale visage, and she breathed an audible gasp. The moonlight captured the bright spots in his pelt, and the shadows obscured the darker parts, and so to Lane it seemed as if she had just been greeted by a pile of bleach-white bones. 

Of course, it was not a pile of bones-- it was only a man. Lane let the air whoosh out of her lungs, shaking her head at her own jumpiness. Silence stretched out between the pair, for long enough that Lane got the sense that he wasn't going to say anything. 

The young woman let her gaze drift back toward the sky. How long had it been since the stars had even been visible? "

"Huh, two moons tonight," she commented, tilting her head in curiosity. How could that be? Perhaps the moon had.. whelped? Lane had never considered that the moon might have a reproductive process. She wondered how big the second moon would grow before it left to find its own sky, with its own pack of stars to preside over.