Moonspun Light [Cinnamon]

The Spirit was good at reading the eyes of others, and as she spoke, she caught the interest in the younger wolf’s gaze, and the understanding of the requirement that those of Valhalla learn to defend and heal themselves. It was always good to see someone who could see the use in having some basic knowledge of both skills.

Cinnamon received the offer of a place to say with agreement, and Aurielle shifted her gaze around them, silent agreement that the world was indeed a risky place full of pitfalls and dangers, even as beautiful as it could be.

She returned the girl’s smile with one of her own, nodding as she rose, turning with a tilt of her head in an invitation to walk with her. “If you would like, then I can tell you more about Valhalla.”

Her eyes drifted to Loshir, and she added, “I’m not sure what your culture was like, but among Valhalla, and indeed much of the continents, Boreas and Auster, wolves often have companions, friends of another species that choose to befriend them… or, in less tasteful circumstances, the wolves bought them...”

Her tone registered the distaste for the culture of purchasing animals intelligent enough to become one’s companion, before lightening to a warm affection and she went on, “I have two such friends. Aelloshir,” She nodded to the inky-black, blue-eyed mountain lion as he padded into the light she provided, posture broadcasting that he meant no threat “Is my oldest friend. He chose me as his charge when I was a pup, after his parents became my father’s companions.”

His sister had chosen Aramis, and Aurielle could only hope that the two were together out there. She smiled aside to Cinnamon, as she clarified, “Having companions is not required, of course, but I wanted to prepare you for any encounters of others companions; a lot of wolves might have big cats for friends, or lemurs and monkeys, or birds. My son has a Raven friend, and… I’m hazarding a guess that Loshir must have something planned in terms of him having a feline friend at some point.” She gave the cat an arch look, brows lifting, but the mountain lion simply shrugged nonchalantly.

Aurielle turned back to Cinnamon, turning the subject back to business as she asked, “Where do you feel your strengths are?”

There was no pressure in her tone, only that genuine curiosity and interest.

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