Moonsong Glacier shining twilight

There was a howl at the borders, and Ariadne did not recognize the voice. Slowly, still groggy from her afternoon nap, she lifted her head and cupped her ears forward, straining to hear through the stuffiness that'd developed from her cold.

Please, come in to the territory, she croaked in reply, howling from her bed. If it is not too much trouble, please follow my voice and come to my den if you need me.