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The silver glow is not an issue, not tonight.
The Moon glows as she always does, gentle but bright. Katie and 4C pace alongside Nom, quieter than the crickets, which isn't very hard. Being a pack, however, is hard with only three people, Nom's noticed.
Especially when one of said three is decidedly not a werewolf.
Katie huffs, her fluffy tail swishing and swaying behind her. So much for the silence, then. it was good while it lasted. "Gibbous." She scoffs.
4C's grin is sharp, but softened by tiredness, not genuine gentleness, though he is certainly capable of such. "We get it, you prefer full moons," He teases.
Nom doesn't cut in to the conversation, too busy looking for the house they need. It'll be on a house, and it will glow—that is the most important part, the glow. It is caused by the glowberries that are said to be hanging off every inch of the home, and some glow lichen too.
They walk for a good, long while, bickering this way and that and at some point making Katie walk directly into a tree because she hadn't been paying attention. Her bruise is still showing. And then, finally, they find the house.
It is quaint, a little cottage that Nom is unsure could even host two people. The path up to it is littered with flowers that seem to sing songs of safety into the moonlit air—and they glow, of course they do.
Katie, because she's got the most audacity and the least survival instincts, is the one who bounds up to the door and knocks. Her tail and ears are hidden now, which is good, because so are Nom's.
The man who answers is stunning. He has layered blond hair that curls to an end just above his shoulder and eyes shifting through shades of green—lush and dark, mossy and ancient, pale and sweet, it is a mystery to Nom. His pointed ears mark him clearly as a faerie, at least partly, but his welcoming smile is uncharacteristic. It is not practiced like many in the faerie courts seem to be. He looks like a Spring fae, if Nom has ever seen one.
"Hello," He says, with a voice like wind chimes. "You may call me Scott. Is there a way you wish for me to assist you?" Polite, but blunt and leaving no room for a loophole on their end. Clever.
"Well met," Katie smiles. "You may call me Katherine, and my friends here would prefer not to be referred to by any name, nicknamed or otherwise. All we ask of you is a safe meal that will in no way harm us, and to be safe, unharmed, and treated with respect whilst we eat. That is if you will have us."
Scott hums, soft as moss. "Come inside." He moves to open the door further and gestures with his arm, waving them into the cozy-looking hallway. Nom nervously fiddles with the iron key on his necklace. "You lot look worse for wear."
As soon as he's mother-henned them all into sitting down, Scott calls up arbitrarily. "Hey, we have guests! Come down!"
The woman who emerges from the stairs is very clearly a creature of the autumn. her hair is a bouncy swirl of fiery ringlets, varying in the shades of dying leaves, and her eyes are a cool, crisp brown. She is much shorter than Scott, but has the same pointed ears. Hers are more softly curved.
"Hi!" The faerie greets them cheerily, with much less characteristic politeness than Scott. Immediately, she is flitting about, inspecting them not with an air of cruelty, but curiosity. Scott laughs, and the new face suddenly seems to remember that she should introduce herself.
"You may call me Mae," Mae gives an exaggerated curtsy, still with that sly grin. "Would you like some accommodations? Tea? Uh— maybe salad or a soup or something? Glowberry tea is really good."
"That'd be great, thank you," 4C cuts in, a kind of fondness in his voice that Nom has ever heard directed at himself or Katie. Great, more pack. Suddenly, Mae pauses as if sniffing the air. She whips around from where she had been going to the kitchenette to look at the trio again.
"Obviously, he's a slime, but are you two… werewolves?" She gesture vaguely at the siblings. Nom doesn't answer, and Katie looks like she's going to but stops when she sees Nom's expression.
Scott's giggle fills the air again. "Mae, you're a faerie, you should know the magic of werewolves by now," He teases, and oh, God, yeah, these two would fit right in.
He's got more packmates on his hands.