As Selyan casually watched the moonrise, a new wolf came into the clearing. She seemed to be only a dark silhouette against the nighttime tree line. He stood and bowed politely to her before words could be exchanged. After few steps forward he took notice of her trancelike eyes, crystalline. Their mystic blue reminded him of the accompanying lake and of the moon on dark nights and of the mountain peaks adorning the winter skyline. She spoke and he heard the dumb prey creatures scatter, the ones that had not already fled due to the presence of two able-bodied wolves. Unlike those fearful tiny animals, Sel was soothed by her words, or word singular, even with it hiding under her casual tone.
?Hello, madame,? he replied in a low, slightly timid voice. It was volumeous enough to effectively travel the few yards between them, but still only a politely submissive phrase, ?I am Selyan of the North, only here to rest. I don?t mean to trespass if this is under your claim.?
