Moonspun Light [Cinnamon]

The thrash of paws pivoting in the grass ahead brought Aurielle’s eyes away from the ridgeline to spot the young woman now staring in her direction as the wolf stammered out an inquiring greeting. The Spirit’s ears swiveled forward as she studied the girl, padding forward to stop at a comfortable distance as she greeted, not unkindly, “Good evening, miss. Are you alright?”

Her tail gave a gentle sway, offering reassurance that she wasn’t a threat or vengeful spirit wolf. It was in the girl’s eyes. That same fear that they’d found something unreal. And, silently, in the back of her mind, she cursed the glowing blue-white light she’d developed. The marking over her eye was one thing, but she’d have been quite happy to stay plain, if shimmering in moonstone hues, white.

Loshir held back, beyond the reach of the Spirit’s light, sensing that the younger wolf was already spooked and not wanting to add to the terror by stepping into sight as some shadow being. He’d already assessed the girl and deemed her as less of a threat, though if she lashed out in defense, he was still within range to reach her in two bounds.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think