Nocturne Summit stardust

Aneira remained still for a moment, her gaze lingering on the witch as she rose and stretched. Her thoughts were brief, considering the cryptic words about Corax. She had heard whispers of Gods in passing, but no more than that. The figure of Haedwig, so sure and strange, had piqued her curiosity, though she knew better than to ask too many questions, not yet anyway.
She did not respond immediately, as the witch spoke her last words and began moving on. Instead, Aneira let her quiet gaze track the woman’s retreating form, the wind tugging at her fur.
Corax...
Her curiosity, however, did not show itself outwardly. Instead, her voice, as low as the wind in the trees, carried with it a measured calm. „I will remember that name.” Her words were soft, thoughtful, and tinged with a quiet resolve. She did not intend to speak of this again, not for a long while. It was a piece of knowledge to settle in her mind and unravel itself in time, when the moment was right.
With a flick of her tail, Aneira turned, moving in the opposite direction from where the witch had gone. There was always something to learn, something to discover. But tonight, she would wait. The moon above, the one the witch had glanced at, had its own language; and Aneira was patient enough to listen when the time came.