Luneshale Pass [mp2] suds

Dwin snorted at being called a "kid" by a wolf that was not that much older than her. At least not by the looks of it. "Well, it seems it is a good thing I did scare that daylight out of you, because the sun is about to set and it probably needed some nudge," she explained, beckoning to, where the light should start to appear in the east. It was still dark - which was the only thing Dwin disliked about the autumn - but there were subtle signs of light stirring somewhere. These were things you felt not saw. 

"Name's Dwin -  I am from Brecheliant," she introduced herself. "And may I know your name?" she asked.