Moonspun Light [Cinnamon]

The young woman stammered out that she was alright, though Aurielle could read that she was still spooked and caught off guard. The Spirit’s lips twitched lightly in amusement as she admitted her lack of experience with wolves like herself. That wasn’t unusual, especially with those new to the continents. Sometimes other places in the world had unusual wolves, but most other were the bog-standard, mundane and naturally colored and marked.

“Before myself I’d only met one wolf who glowed. And, admittedly, I wasn’t born with this, or the eye marking. They developed a bit over a year ago. Before that I was just white, though my fur seems to shimmer under different light angles in different colors, a bit like moonstones. It’s harder to see with the glow, though.”

And then she’d birthed Ardyn, and nearly died doing so. Where she was moonlight and ice, her son was all fire and sparks in ink-black fur.

“No offense taken, in any case. You aren’t the first to be shocked.” Her tone was touched with a gentle amusement as she lowered her haunches to the ground, listening as Cinnamon explained, perhaps out of nerves, as to how she’d come to be here. The name suited the girl, with the ruddy earthen colors of her coat, and Aurielle returned the introduction in kind, nodding, “Pleasure. I am Aurielle Adravendi, Spirit, or alpha, of Valhalla, a pack here in the west, though to the east and a little south of this land.”

She nodded to the basin around them, adding, “This is commonly called the Sweetgrass Basin. I’ve held a festival here and in the flat grassland north of it; Dancefloor of the Gods. It’s perfect for holding large gatherings with many tents and yurts. Perhaps next Spring or Summer I’ll hold a festival again.” Hopefully by then, the world would have warmed and revived itself after the frigid year they’d had.

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