Moonstones and Flame

The Destruction couldn’t deny his company was pleasant enough in manners as well as on the eyes. He took his own moments to look her over as she recovered from his most unintentional surprise visit. Her fur shimmered magically in the light of the lava, and he was curious about the long flowing locks that framed her sculpted face. Her laugh like the peal of a bell as she welcomed him to join in warming himself by the liquid fire. Song watched her relax and he let himself do the same, lowering his tall frame to the floor as he inched his paws towards the heat.

She offered her name and title, alpha of her pack to the West of the great lands. His family mostly hailed from the eastern part of the continent, or so his mother had told him before he’d left. She also introduced her company, a primate playing with the long fur that tumbled down her shoulders was easy enough to see. Her larger companion let himself be seen as he shoulder out into the light of the lava. Song made a quick nod to the midnight companion before returning his gaze to Aurielle.

”The pleasure is mine,” He nodded his head to her. ”Song Destruction, world traveler.” She continued, adding what they were doing so far from her kingdom. ”My parents were born in these lands, I seek to find relatives that might still be scattered here.”