Altar of Twilight waxing gibbous

The night called to her. Drew her in, closer and closer to the territories hugged close to Moonspear. Pulled in by some unseen force, not yet understood. 

Her thoughts often went to Sialuk. To her generosity. To that little flicker of a connection sparked in her, yet so out of place. 

The chilled winter air and dancing shadows made her heart soar. Brought out the joyous wild in her. She explored freely and boldly, leaving her scented calling card for anyone and everyone to find. Her voice rose up in the night, just as another's did, the silence broken.