Dragoncrest Cliffs My Friends Don't Walk, They Run

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It would appear that stealthy was something Lunaria was not; the fae had already been sensed by the wolf within seconds. Did getting into akward situations such as these just come naturally to Luna? Because this isn't the first time today...

There was an uncomfortable pause of Lunaria simply staring back at them and blinking until she actually did look at the rocks beside her paw. Ah, I guess your right... she stated quietly, only being able to muster a slightly embarrassed smile. Lunaria still needed to settle down before getting a move on, so would the sire  mind if she shared this spot? It certainly would hurt to ask now, would it? You seem a bit lonely, mind if I join ya? Not here to bite you if thats what you're wondering, not that I can anyway.. a soft, friendly laugh escaped her lips and her tail wagged in a similar manner to the wolf's own. 

It was probably not a good idea to admit such a weakness to complete strangers, but the man in question didn't really seem like the aggressive type. In fact, his body language told the opposite and made Luna feel a bit more at ease despite the current predicament. Although, one thing that did catch Luna's attention was the huge scarring on the side of his face. 'Dear lord' she thought to herself 'What could've caused something such as that to happen?'

But alas, It would appear Lunaria couldn't stay long enough to find out because the sun was beggining to set. What a grand view it was, it was as if the large star engulfed the horizon from those shores. Though this sight to behold only meant that she'd have to get moving soon — besides, this was no sleeping place. Ah, on second thought, it appears I'll need to be on my way. Maybe we'll meet again? Luna said briefly before turning head and padding away, flicking her tassel as a bid of farewell to the scarred stranger...