Kintla Flatlands ₐｗₒₒₒₒₒ!

Vale's time in the Rising Sun Valley had been quiet. She mostly kept her head down as she learned. This night she stayed up late. Watching the moon rise and shine strongly through the pitch. 

A distant beckoning reached her ears. Ever so powerful but it was alluring. Graceful. It seemed as though she was not the only who thought so. Distant wails rose in turn, and she tipped back her muzzle. Joining in on the song.