Moonlit Fjord

A subtle splash of water, a fluttery flap of ears and further watery sprinkles brought her sapphire into sky blue gaze out to the fjord’s waters in time to spot the black head of a wolf, silvery grey eyes ringed with pale fur with white inner ears peering back at her. The moment was brief, and perhaps her glance had been subtle enough that the other hadn’t seen her eyes catch her as Aurielle continued, erecting the small hide tent.

She’d had enough practice handling the small structure alone that she only wrestled with it for a moment before the tent stood steadily, flapping against the breeze now and then while the alphess turned to the matter of kindling a small fire, grateful for the coal-horn that allowed her to simply roll a live coal out onto the tinder she’d nested in a quickly-dug fire pit. She had enough small sticks in her pouches to fuel the blaze and keep it going while she sought out drift wood for longer-lasting fuel.

When she returned and finished setting the fire she looked up as the slim, dark shape slid through the water toward her camp. She recognized the same wolf she’d spotted earlier, this time with a mouth full of what seemed – by the flickering firelight and her own persona glow – to be shellfish.

She regarded the wolf not unkindly before greeting, “Good evening. You’re welcome to come sit by the fire if you like.”

The moon crested the horizon, and her eyes flicked up to it briefly. Still full.

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