Moonsong Glacier a dream within a dream

she meets the question with as much dryness as he'd asked it, raising her ruddy brow at him, face bland but not without humor. yes, of course. how could she have predicted this, from the orphan whelp of the Valley?

he'd been lucky he'd never died at her own fangs, frankly.

Avicus nods, though, and smiles a bit. her tail sways behind her, and continues so as she turns, casting one last glance over her shoulder and adding, goodh luck, Claw.

if he wants her at all—if he's at all keen—she won't stop him. not after a small scuffle, anyway.

it's in his paws.

otherwise, she'll return to her pack and seek out Prophet. both options, in this moment, seem intriguing.