Bitterroot Valley shadows fall, and hope has fled

Startling, the way the starlit stranger comes upon the prince and questions him as if they know one another, as if Amadis is any more to her than a passerby. He blinks, ears twitching, tilting toward his crown then upright again. What is he to do with such a question? Has any wolf ever come down from the sky? Have you? He parrots dumbly, awestruck by the stranger's whimsy. Has he stumbled on some celestial soul, cast down from the heavens clueless of the terrestrial world?