Silverlight Terrace arts

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A radiant glow washed the grasses in vibrant light. What a difference, from the haunting mist of the Weald! He felt exposed here, beyond the protective interlacing of trees. Exposed, but not in a frightening way. He hid seamlessly within the Weald. What great practice hiding in this land would be!

Melaneus shifted his weight like Rodyn had shown him and felt the earth with his toes. He smelled a thousand things and heard a thousand more. And he crawled, like Rodyn had taught - and it was then he felt another's company through the beat of the dirt. Soft, light, a gentle tap against the ground, and emanating from the dip of a nearby hill.

Melaneus paused. Listened. Felt the ground for more, but nothing came. He had yet to master how to distinguish the footfalls of one creature from another. Didn't beasts prowl here? He had heard of them in stories - giant lions, three-headed dogs, bulls who walked like things called men. They made his stomach crawl - but he would show no fear, though he felt the tremor of his heart.

With caution in his boldness, Melaneus crawled to the crest of the hill and peeked over the tall grasses to spy the creature beneath, not knowing what to expect, and wholly not expecting the creature he saw.

Or wolf, rather.

A girl.

Draped in moonlight. Picking at flowers. Carrying the scent of Moonglow.