Moonspear once upon a time

open! Im a tad slow but, guardián skill work!

Orca kept close to the borders. Strangely there has been a lot more familiar than unfamiliar faces near them, which Orca thought was a good thing. Still, she  intended to keep the place protected. With ma sickly, it seemed extra important to her to do so. It wasn’t like she could defend herself well at her state, so Orca worried a little extra at the borders just to make sure things were safe. 

All was well so far, and it was shaping out to be a day that felt more like endurance work than anything else. That was fine, though, Orca appreciated to run. But now she slowed down to sniff at the borders, the faded scent mark there driving her to squat and leave her own. That finished, she was once again on her way.

Within the pack, Simbelmyne felt a bit lost, and perhaps a bit overlooked as a newcomer. Having grown up in a familial pack, she knew how tough it could be for an outsider to integrate- and so, she purposefully set out to try and ameliorate her reputation beginning with the younger wolves of the pack. While they could be a bit shy, she also found them less jaded, more welcoming of strangers, and if she was well received, perhaps the young one's parents might approve of her as well. 

The first one she spotted was a looker- a standout mix of black and white fur, who reminded Myna of her uncle, Grayling, whoch made her immediately fond of the adolescent. She looked to be patrolling, and Myna approached at a bouncy, relaxed trot, head low, tail swinging and ears pricked- hoping she might be willingly included.