Silverlight Terrace Just sit back and hold on, but hold on tight

The breeze was gentle through her fur, but cold! Nasamiituuq shivered lightly, halting in her tracks when wolfsong cut through the night. A gentle, melodic call; she was reminded of bright mornings and birds singing their greetings to the world. She turned then, searching.

Her eyes caught on a gilded figure under the moonlight. Curious now, Nasamiituuq lifted her muzzle to call back to the other wolf. Her tail swayed at her haunches, friendly but uncertain.