Ocean's Breath Plateau Sweet Moon

Ajei wasn't certain what the night had in store for them. It was shown that the wolves of moontide held great reverance for the former alphess. And that they cared for their alphas grief at least most. There was one a white cloud of a man with scars who held a strange air to himself since they began the cries. But Ajei thought perhaps it was juat his way of grieving.

She leaned over to touch her nosecto hos ruff. A gwntle show of companinship. She didn't know what he was going through. How could she. She could only help where she could.