Nova Peak β

Moon Runner’s long verse was like ancient birdsong. Like wide rivers. Like tall peaks. Breathless, to show her strength and acumen. Wordless, to show her heart.

I am here! I am here! I am here! Its cadence drummed.

Her spirit did not know why she replied, only that she should. Once a dispersal who reveled in solitude, now a creature who sought connection. She had been inspired by the sunlight, whose minutes counted more numerous every day. There would be others like herself, the spirit felt. Wandering souls. Maybe Sister, Faraway Shadow, or Icemelt were among them.

Then, a snow-faced stranger broke the silhouette of the high mountain scrim. A physical message to her long-distance dial. Moon Runner’s weight leaned forward, ears cupped. Excitement caused her cotton-colored tail to wave when daylight glinted in the skycolor of the other woman’s eyes.

You are here! her spirit said as she loped forward, wishing to learn the other's scent. Her amber eyes glance to the woods beyond. Had she not sang in duet? Did another accompany her?

There were no others upon the peak. Not a trace of wolf odor. Moon Runner was, and had been, alone.