Moonstones and Flame

He watched as her pearlescent fur glinted in the light of the liquid fire. He’d not seen any quite as elegant as her in his travels, and being in her presence felt like a bit of a privilege. He didn’t often bump elbows with those of such a high rank, but he enjoyed her rather down to earth personality. She asked him of his travels, and he felt a bit guilty of not being able to offer her much information.

He shook his head, ”I honestly haven’t seen too much to note.” Song started, being truthful. ”I started in the lands of Dimenticato, a quiet peaceful place. Kind of sleepy land that holds the pack of Ahlon, where I was born.” He told her of his home lands with ease. ”I visited the mangroves in the east briefly, where my grandmother once ruled.” He didn’t have much to tell her about that adventure, he’d met the woman Thorne and the two of them had enjoyed a hunt together. ”Now I head North to see what else I might find.”