Cerulean Cape Sea & Moon, I pray to thee

Moon Dragons? He questions curiously, a brow raised and a tilting of his head in complete canine manner. He had never heard of them though maybe she did mean Yuelong after all? 

The island is a beautiful place, an island just the same as before but yes, far different, better. He agreed that much so and stole another gaze at the little shark beside him. She held the moonlight well as he did the sun. Much of the pack at first were females who had a similar upbringing. Not slaves, no, but made to be proper, delicate and hold their tongue. I guess it was fate I came upon them. The boy- A little chuckle then, I never thought I'd accomplish so much as I have there, especially when it comes to standing side-by-side the Empress herself. There was no judgement by his sex, his lack of family name, his enslaved past. 

Enough about me though... He mused, having grown up in a manner which meant he tried not to go on about himself much. Wraen had pulled the secrets from his mind by longing a story from him worthy of her time. But what of her? What's your story? Do you have a place your proud to call home?