Moonspear Starless Nights

"Julian." He had given no surname, or one describing a village he was from. "He wore no scent of others. Perhaps your mother might still be of assistance."

She recalled the words she asked him, to which there was no answer. Reflecting on them now, she voiced her thoughts with a more rational mind. It showed as she laid upright. Her flank rolling to press against Sialuk's silvered one. "It seemed so surreal. Part of me wonders if it was really a dream." Her ears slicked back, brows curling. "Am I being foolish...rash, Sialuk,  by getting so enthralled with a man I have met only once? Who...may not be a sure thing?"