the stars look like they’re not shining

The Archer-Lyall couldn’t have thought of anyone better to ask to join her on this trip (she knew better than to wander off on her own now). Magnus had proven himself to be handy in a fight, and he was easy company to boot. She’d allowed herself to remain ignorant for far too long. It was time to scope out the neighbours, regardless of her still healing wounds and inability to sleep, well there was no point holding off, maybe the exercise would do her good and she would find a new rhythm.

The moon was fat in the sky overhead, a gentle ocean breeze tousled her monochrome fur and the scent of summer flowers swirled around them. Of course, the unmistakable scent of a nearby pack was also on the breeze, keeping their current task close to the forefront of her mind. But she almost felt herself again, refreshed despite the journey to get this far. A smirk crept across her face, silver eyes glinting playfully in the moonlight. She stepped closer to bump shoulders with her companion. "Aww Maggie, ‘s almost romantic," she teased, ignoring the butterflies that had taken up residence in her stomach when she dared to open her mouth. Stupid, yer shouldn’ ‘ave said that. They were here to work.

"speech".