Moonstones and Flame

A scuff of claws on the stony cave floor turned the young woman’s head, and for a brief moment, she felt a pang of anxiety like a small blast from her early pup-hood. This was more or less related to her heat cycle, and the fact that the scent coming down on the breeze was masculine and healthy.

A tug on her mane reminded her that she wasn’t alone, even if Ayodele herself wouldn’t be any help in a fight. Aelloshir was lurking in the shadows, ready to step in if there was trouble, and the reminder of that fact relaxed her muscles.

As the male stepped into sight, he proved to be almost solely snowy white, save for the golden markings he bore under his blue eyes. He was large, of the same height as her father. And he carried himself with grace and good manners.

A brief chuckle answered his apology and she shook her head, long canines catching the light of the lava with a slight glint as she remarked, “It’s no issue. The cave is large enough for many, and I have no claim on it. It’d be quite horrible of me to deny someone entry to soothe cold paws.”

Her forelegs stretched slightly, toes spreading almost catlike before she relaxed and studied him anew, dipping her head and introducing, “I am Aurielle Adravendi, Archangel – or alpha – of Celestial, a pack in the west. This is Ayodele, and that,” She tipped her head toward the shadows, and Aelloshir reluctantly stepped forward into full view, a black shadow touched with the red and orange glow of the river of fire as he came to sit at her side, opposite from the male, “Is Aelloshir.”

The young woman finally shifted to sit up in a subtle rainbow shimmer of snowy white fur, glancing down as a braid the lemur had woven into her mane fell over one shoulder. “We were heading out to see what sources of firewood we could find, and this is always a pleasant spot to visit.”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think