Whitebark Stream look, this comes as no surprise.

The stranger - or perhaps not-so-stranger's connection to her family was a curious thing. While moonwoman's reach should have filled the young wolf with pride, instead she felt only a sharp pang of guilt as she nodded in response. Vairë needed her and here she was discussing lovers with a seawolf.

Mooncamp. Sobeille must have meant the woman's circles. "I dunno," she admitted with a vague shrug, "never really listened close at those kindsa meetings." Nor had she ever given much thought to a wolf's preference before. Raised by a matchmaking grandmother and surrounded by more conventional women, Yura had not felt the need to question the status quo.

Until now.

This wolf desired a different type of companionship, if her tone had been anything to go by, and the stargirl was delicately intrigued by her way of life. "Are you lookin' for a wife?" she shot the other a curious smile.