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Slavik understood that Wraen wanted to continue. Hell, the first time they’d met the roles had been flipped, and he’d said something similar to what she said now. He followed her gesture towards the mountains, and he realized he had never been beyond the Moonspear stretch. That sparked a lot of curiosity inside the golden boy, but he would refrain from traveling all the way there just yet. He had plenty of time, and surely one (less cold) day he could venture forth.

For now they decided on a simple walk, he nodded at her suggestion and picked up his feet. He hadn’t realized how deep he’d sunk into the snow, but his thick blonde fur was damp up to his wrist bones. He allowed Wraen to lead the way, and glanced up as they walked, do you know anything about the stars? I always thought they were pretty but I’m no astronomer. he asked, looking back down at his grey furred friend.