Neverwinter Forest gugil ⤧

Anatuk.

Neither sister had come back as such, but Moonwoman saw her fit for the journey. She felt warm. Flustered and scattered in thought. Flattered too. She struggled with these things for a long moment.

The wind tussled fur, teased scents along their path.

Enough for —

Dying Sun.

But she had vowed no name would be said before another! Not even her mother! She remembered where he had said he had come from, though. She would call him this.

Hidden One,

She was not scared before him now, only hesitant as her face felt flush beneath pale furs.

For a moment, she forgot all about her anaa at her side.