The short walk to the other's house was filled with their talk, Ralla becoming more and more at ease with the wolfess. Her declaration of what had happened to her shocked and saddened Ralla, and she gave the telltale look of sympathy before turning her head away out of polite respect. Looking back to the wolfess, Ralla returned to that nagging feeling of trying to remember her name. She had heard it whispered during that hunt she had been at with the wolfess... ...ber... Ember? Yes, that was it. The wolfess had been swift and deadly with her sword, felling the elk that Ralla had kept occupied for her. How could she have forgotten her first true pack hunt?
The house was pleasant--certainly better furnished and bigger than Ralla's tower hut--and it gave that warm scent of a home. Ember had walked over to a closet and turned back to ask Ralla which type of handle she preferred. "Long, please." She had gotten the basic mechanics of chopping wood, and she was pleased that she had gained some lean muscle. But the trick to it was having a long enough handle to give the blade momentum and weight to fully cleave the wood. Ember's earlier acceptance of Ralla's gift further brightened her mood, and she was surprised that she wasn't jumping around like a puppy. Although she had met many kind wolves in her tribe, it was still lonely. Chances to practice what she loved were rare, if not only because their tribe was busy with their own duties. Ralla respected that and was put off by it all at once.
"Well, perhaps do you know your star sign? Or perhaps you would prefer a straight reading?" Often Ralla forgot that not all of her tribe knew the terms of her old tribe, so she ammended her sentence. "Your star sign is the constellation you were born under. If you give me the month and date you were born, I could decipher it for you. And a straight reading is through the moon or fire. Either or." The calling to see signs and hear the voice of the moon was the largest temptation of Ralla's. It comforted her knowing that which surrounded her, and yet it had not bothered her recently that she could never see a vision for her own future. She wondered; what vision would she see when she looked into the graceful warrior in front of her?
Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.
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