Star Within The Ashes

A form caught the stallion’s gaze, and he shifted to face the figure as it skirted well around him. It was a she-wolf, and the behemoth watched her for several beats before calling out with a gentle rumble.

“Good Eve, Lady. How goes it?” Respect lay in his voice, as it always did when around the feminine of any species, though he held his place by the water, not approaching, but shifting side on to signal that he wouldn’t turn her away if she approached.

Her furtive, wary movements didn’t signify in the slightest that he was in any danger, and a quick scan of his surroundings showed no shadowy wolf forms slinking to encircle him. And with prey animals as jumpy as they were, wolves would have set them off in an instant—indeed, they had already scattered at the sight of the woman.

He stood alone, a glowing white beacon in the night, patiently waiting to see if she would hail him back, or approach, or leave. Occasionally, his thick tail flicked to chase away the gnats that liked the water’s edge and the moist air. The effect was a blinding blurry trail through the air as the glowing hairs flicked through the dark.

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