Moonstones and Flame

Regardless of how little Song had to tell about, she listened with her full attention—it was as if he were currently the most important being on earth, and an effect she shared with her father. That ability to listen fully. Her lips quirked in a quiet smile as he spoke of his beginning and birthplace, and for a moment, she thought back to her very earliest pup-hood, where all had been right in her world.

When he finished she mused quietly, then said, “I was raised from the moment I could speak and understand, to lead. My twin and I had a wonderful start to our pup-hood. Our mother was a healer, Solveiga. A truly kind, goodhearted woman. My brother took after her. He never once begrudged my being the firstborn. He wishes only to follow and make others well and happy.”

Even with all her training, she couldn’t have hidden the soft note of sadness as she spoke of her mother and brother, or the echo of the emotion on her features—she could blame the season on that, right?

“I spent my entire childhood behind my pack’s walls. I don’t regret that in the slightest.”

A brief grin flickered over her lips as her head cocked, keen gradated blue eyes studying him again. “My pack-lands are surrounded, nearly on all sides, by deserts and arid, dry lands. It does make me wonder how I may make expanding someday worthwhile, and worth the risk, but if ever you happen by the Vericona Plains or Druid’s Moor in the west of Boreas, I would welcome a visit. Friends are always a good thing to have.”

Her head tipped further as she asked, “What were the lands you were born in like, in terms of the land itself?”

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