Altar of Twilight Dreams that almost feel real

Alya was sniffing around the area, waiting for her next tribute to appear when she detected movement out of the corner of her eye. The dark shewolf went quite still, turning into a shadow on the hillside as she observed the movements of the other creature. A wolf, she noted. A male one. Dark fur, but not as solid as her own. A fine specimen, if not quite so fine as the one she currently courted.

Still, the woman gave a quiet woof to announce herself, having developed a strong interested in getting to know anyone who found themselves this close to Moonspear's borders. The altar attracted all sorts, and Alya was happy to investigate each and every one of them.