Lunar Lake
Even the most hardened warriors shifted, their suspicion faltering in the face of such a gift.
And then, as if the earth itself answered her, the moon crested the horizon. Its light spilled silver and pure across the trees, painting the night in magic. I turned, and through the opening in the forest I saw it—the lake, visible from here in the distance. The moonlight touched its surface and turned it to molten silver, glowing so brightly it seemed as though the moon had descended from the sky to rest on the earth.
A collective hush fell. Wolves bowed their heads instinctively, reverent, some whispering old words of blessing.