Moonspear princes who adore you

The correction surprised her, though she quickly decided it mattered naught. She listened as he spoke of something called the Morningside curse, which earned a wan smile from Tiuttuk. She had known many wolves—both young and old—to wander away in her time. She didn’t say anything, though she didn’t think it was in any way unique to that particular family.

I guess you could say I’m the opposite, she replied when Kindle queried. A homebody. There was more to say on that note, though she found his other words far more intriguing. He’s in love with her? Truly? she wondered, feeling happy for Kinusi if a touch envious. I don’t think that’s foolish. Kinusi’s a great catch, she added with a bit of a playful leer shot Kindle’s way.

Her attention quickly flicked away, as the ascent commanded focus. Tiuttuk felt the familiar burn in her muscles as they climbed higher and higher, as well as the slight shallowness in her lungs. She had never liked the sensation—likely nobody did—but she took it as her cue to lead Kindle to a flat ledge so they could rest a moment and adjust. If she felt it, he surely felt it even more.

Around them, the last of the daylight leeched from the world.