Luneshale Pass Spirit

She sounded out his name, breaking it into too many syllables. Talisman smiled, his tail beginning to wag properly when she gave her own name in turn. This was his first friendly encounter in… he wasn’t sure how long.

Her question made his brow furrow before he shook his head, replying, No, I’m not part of a tribe. I’m a loner, a nomad, he explained. You can call me Talis, by the way.

He couldn’t deny that he often yearned for fellowship. Talis had never been part of a pack, tribe or any kind of settlement. But sometimes he wondered if it might be nice to have a traveling companion.