Moonspear Nosferatu

She does not notice the way the girl is captured by her, for nobody has ever revered Vega in such a way. In this way, she treats everyone as equal — for what else was there to do? She was so sheltered that only once had she ever left the territory in which she was born. Vega knew realistically that strangers could be dangerous, especially after everything her parents had told her, but she had never experienced it herself.

Even still, there was no naïveté in her grace. She was inexperienced, not dull. If it ever came down to it, Vega was an Ostrega, and she could do what needed to be done when it needed doing.

The other girl nods, but makes no reply, and Vega lapses into silence. She steps further into the light, closer to the girl, and recognizes in her fur the scent of not just Osi, but all of her littermates. It tugs at her heartstrings and a scarcely obscured expression comes across Vega’s features before it quickly melts away again.

Is it prosperous? With Osiris leading in the foothills of Moonspear it must be, she thought — the question was more for conversation’s sake than to satisfy her own curiosity. My name is Vega. I’m Osiris’ littermate.