The old maid listened intently to Kirain’s answers. Shared dreams? Brows knit together in fascination. It’s all so wondrous, really. Maybe ominous is a better word for it, she considered, though Senka held out hope that it wasn’t a vision foretelling something worse. As Kirain said, the visions had been a guide to help against a curse. The image of the tree shown in the dream materialized in her mind’s eye; a reminder.

Senka peered upward toward the moon, the large, ruddy sphere still visible against the morning sky. Waking to the world painted crimson, surrounded by the unexpectedly heavy fog that still clung to the earth, had been a jolt to her system after the vivid memories stirred by the dream. Having Kirain here, her voice always kind, steadied the older wolf. The knot of anxiety loosened. The fissures in her visage closed and the worry that had pulled her to these stones, calling for Camhanaich, dimmed. Despite the fog, there was clarity. A ritual for the full moon may be in order. She would love to discuss it further, yet the subject turned to a note much lighter.

Now it was Senka’s turn to wave off needless apologies. With a shake of her head, she smiled widely, Your priorities are in the right place. How are the little ones? Oh, I wish they stayed that small forever. They–

A fellow howl drew her attention. Another? How wonderful!

A young wolf bounded toward them and Senka found her tail wagging at the arrival. Words tumbled out in greeting to their white companion, and Senka nodded along with regards to the strange moon above. A rough chuckle fell out as the young wolf, introducing herself as Liss, addressed Senka.

Hello, darling! What a pleasure it is to meet you, Liss, The energy was contagious, You are right, this is quite a way to meet!