Emma slowly open the den door, ears twitching at the peculiar tap that resonated like a wolf's claw on timber. She paused for a heartbeat, staring down at her den's scattered bedding, fur bristling slightly from the tension. Her nostrils flared as a scent unfamiliar yet commanding drifted into the chamber. She froze, eyes widening, when she recognized the moon Princess approaching her den with her moonally, Brooklyn.
"Hi, Emma," the Moon Princess spoke, her voice melodic like a wolf-song at twilight, curling into an ally grin that shone even in the dim dawn light filtering through the window. Emma tried to match it with a smile, but surprise betrayed her, ears flattening slightly against her skull.
