done runnin down the moon

His own unique scent washes over her as they stand close together, but it wasn’t like her to get all weird about being around boys. He was just another wolf… wolfdog to befriend. It didn’t matter if he liked her or anything. Definitely not something that Mags held close to her chest.

Corsair’s cursing sends Mags’ eyes wide. Of course, she’d heard her own mother curse before, but anytime she had tried those naught words on her tongue, she’d received a swift bop to the back of her head. That sort of talk was for adults only! “Does she let you curse too?” Mags whispers in that too-loud whisper sort of talk that kids do. Not like they were hiding from anyone, but where they were kind of made it seem appropriate.

The next wail of wind has Magdalene looking back to the spire. “There does seem to be different sounds. Like it’s not all the same,” she comments thoughtfully, a rumble in chest revealing her nervous frustration at being so inept.

“Could be names. Could be rules. Or a story! Like the ones they tell you to scare you,” Mags grins as she too brings a paw up to place it on the cold, smooth stone beside his to feel the carvings.