Wapun Meadow salt

The female echoed him, and the moonlighter’s slender muzzle crinkled in a smile that seemed to travel down the length of his slender frame and caused his hind quarters to shimmy. With a spark in his gaze, he reared his head back and yipped wildly into the sky. It felt as though his voice would drift away, lost against a stretch of fading grey and charcoal. While Tadec did not know that the female didn’t understand his manner of speaking, he had imagined that she was requesting another song from him. When his cries faded, the spindly moonlighter dropped his torso to the earth and his tail waved behind him. A playfulness sparked in his gaze and he yapped once before the length of his limbs carried him around in a swift circle and he turned from her to chase the landscape, a quiet invitation to follow was left for her to take or leave.