Stavanger Bay xxxvii. you've got a beautiful brain

She was grateful that when the wind had snatched away the tail end of her words -- like a weary sigh from the sea -- that his anger did not ring out over the crash of the breaking waves that lapped inches from their paws. A slight rush of relief swept through her that he hadn't found what she said to be crossing some unspoken line, given that this was the first time they'd spoken at any length. A tiny smile curved over her lips and she felt the beginnings of a warm kinship to the dark he-wolf form. How strange that she had been born in another land but never felt at home until joining with the moonwolves. 

"It's hard, after losing so much. Sometimes...we just can't continue to be the people we used to be. Sometimes we don't feel like that person anymore. Everything has changed; it only makes sense that you would change with it," she attempted to reassure him, thinking that he seemed to be at war with himself. Or at least, with the halves of himself that wanted to stay and that wanted to go. 

"Whether you join our village or go somewhere else, if you change your name or not -- you will always be Antares Ostrega, son of Moonspear. The spirits will never forget your name," she shared with him the same words Kukutux had told her, offering him a gentle smile of encouragement and a slight swish of her fawn plume against the sands.