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It was the green in her eyes that he saw first. The warrior bowed his head deeply, respectfully, and approached on slowed steps to where the white wolf stood.

The words that she offered him were kind. It touched Foxfur to know that the leader of Moonglow was a well-spoken wolf, charming in a manner that was disarming. The honesty of her words, perhaps a simplicity, but the weary wolf did not really know what it was. As he drew his dusty gaze back to her features, he realized that it might simply have been her display of compassion.

It is good to see you, as well, he returned, ears pointed tall on his head. I have brought a pelt, as you had instructed. A white fox. The warrior placed the prize on the ground in front of her. When he drew his head up, he found himself wondering how the wolf of the moon had been faring since they had last spoken.