Moonstone Quarry hits the six, and it's summer

Luhtar had been restless. The pull of the forest, of the wildness that surrounded Forneskja, had always been hard to ignore. Tonight, it was no different. His paws carried him through the thick pines without much thought, following Rökkur’s faint scent trail. It wasn’t that he had planned to find the dark-pelted wolf, but Rökkur’s distinct scent, clean and sharp with pine, had been impossible to miss. Curiosity tugged at him, as it often did when it came to Rökkur’s strange habits.

He wasn’t sure what he expected when he found the other wolf, but it wasn’t this. From his vantage point at the edge of the crater, Luhtar’s yellow eyes caught the faint shimmer of the pools below, their surfaces rippling with moonlight. Rökkur’s figure moved with deliberate reverence, a silhouette etched against the pale glow of the water. It was... solemn. Sacred, maybe. The sight gave Luhtar pause. He wasn’t unfamiliar with faith—Solharr spoke often of traditions and belief—but this was something else entirely. There was a weight to it, something deeply personal, almost fragile.

Still, Luhtar wasn’t one for hesitation, and he rarely allowed himself to dwell on things he didn’t understand for too long.

“May I join you down there?” he called out, his voice rough but not unkind. His gaze followed Rökkur’s movements, noting the dip of his nose into the pool, the almost ceremonial gesture of paw to chest. It struck him as strange but... intentional. It wasn’t something Luhtar could mock, not outright. He didn’t know enough to judge it, though that didn’t stop his natural bluntness from surfacing.

He moved toward the edge of the crater, peering down at the steep incline. Rökkur’s descent had been careful, leaving only faint traces of his path, but Luhtar wasn’t so graceful. The loose rocks and sharp angles made his progress clumsy, his paws sliding more than once as he grumbled low under his breath. When he finally reached the bottom, he shook himself off with a short huff, dislodging dirt and dust from his thick coat.

“I didn't think I would find you here.” he said as he approached, his voice lowering to match the quiet of the space. A lie, since he'd been following him, but he didn't want to admit that so openly.