Silvertip Mountain My heart knows things my mind resists

Maybe because of her past -- or maybe that was just who she was, however, Spectra sometimes had the mind of a child. When the much more mature Fitz explained that he was here to scoop around for danger, a huge thirst of adventure suddenly streamed into her heart. "What sort of dangurrrr?" She asked, unable to somehow contain her excitement within boundaries.

"Spectra, is the name." The Stavanger Bay wolf said with a dip of her head. "I know a lot about the stars, they guide me." The yearling muttered while her mind switched topics with the speed of a sauntering roller coaster. "I mean, I mean I love naturalist things as well; but it's the stars I know most about. Perhaps we can learn from each other?" Hopeful her golden eyes glanced into Fitz's direction before deciding to push her luck. "Can I call you Fitz for short?"