Dragoncrest Cliffs take it on the run, baby

At the mention of star-sleep, she instantly perked, as if merely hearing the word “star” had drawn her out of her huffy reverie. Looking back towards the burly she-wolf, she couldn’t help the faint curling of her lips and the lunar flare in her nearly-colorless gaze. All because of a word and she already felt something like a bond between them—at least, on her end. “I would love to.”

Perhaps it was the fact that she’d been so alone, and was still, in someway, lonely despite all of her wandering; and perhaps it was the half-loner in her that ushered her closer. “Usually, I chart alone. But ze company would be welcome—and having another pair of eyes would be even more so.”