Duskfire Glacier Autumn was soft

The young man was formal with her, which brought a peculiar smile to the moon child’s features. Her slender muzzle curled into it before she laughed – an airy thing that lingered on the air. He wanted to know how she was liking the glacier. Samani realized that she had not seen very much of it. Their journey had been a long one and she had been quite tired until that time. After having rested, she’d decided it was wise to visit the wolves there and learn from them.

I haven’t seen much of it, the rose admitted, one ear swinging to splay atop her head. You can show me all of it? The jade of her eyes was sharp on him, searching and questioning. The young girl was pleased that she had found another wolf who was closer to her age. She believed it would be nice to spend her time with him, to learn of his home from him directly.

Oh, you can call me Samani. She did not need to be spoken to as moon princess, no matter how she had liked it.