Mooncast can't remember the life she lived before Casper found her. She'd been wandering for days in a cold, frigid land, lost and in a daze.
She'd only remembered her name when Casper had nudged her into the herbalist's den. "Mooncast," she'd said, her muscles quivering from the cold.
These wolves seemed used to the bitter winters and mild summers. When she had asked Casper as to why they decided to settle here, Casper had looked up at the dark sky.
"You can see the moon the clearest from the glaciers," Casper had said, huffing quietly to herself. "She can see us the best too."
"She?" Mooncast had questioned, tilting her head. "Why is the moon a she?"
Casper shook her head. "We don't know. She just is. Come on, Mooncast. Let's find you someplace warm to stay."
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