Blackfeather Woods Mystic Shadows, In the Edge of Night

Allana was truly a lady in comparison to Puffin.  Her pelt was a beautiful mixture of creamy browns, and she was perfectly proportioned.  She was polite, with a melodic voice.  She reminded Puffin of spring, and of her mother, which warmed the girl considerably towards her packmate.

Good morning, she replies automatically, still sort of star-struck by the other woman.  I'm Puffin.  She tried to rack her brain to remember if Allana had been at the daedra offering, but that whole day was a blur to her.  I don't think we have.  Or if they had, they hadn't met in any genuine capacity. 

I hadn't decided yet.  I'd like to go check out the mountains over there soon, she says, gesturing towards the silhouette of Moonspear which towered even from here.  Maybe go look for some rocks.  She shrugged.  It was still early.  What about you?