Luneshale Pass Spirit

She spotted him. Talisman froze, watching her carefully. For once, he wasn’t greeted with disdain, suspicion or both. Rather, she yipped as if overjoyed to see him, then raced closer. Disarmed by this, he remained braced where he stood, a little stiff and wary as she sniffed closer.

Her cold nose pressed against him a few times, making his heart pound a little with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. Talis slowly relaxed as she evidently harnessed her frenetic energy and calmed, all without saying a word.

Hi, he broke the silence, blush tail swaying tentatively. I’m Talisman.