Moonspear Ripcord

Frustrated, she had abandoned one of the creeksides lowers in the foothills and headed back up the elevations, damp and with nothing in her belly to show for all of her work. So far, her efforts in fishing were hit and miss. Some days were better than others and sometimes, patience graced her more kindly. On most, she could usually wrangle up something, even if it was small, but it was unnerving to rely on this skill (one she'd honed as a scavenging traveler) almost exclusively so many moons later. Today just happened to be a day that bothered her more than others.

By the time she heard Floki's call, her coat was beginning to dry out and the initial burn of failed fishing was fading slowly. His voice served as a welcome piece of news, though, even if it was difficult to expect him to bring good news regarding the state of the Wilds -- at least he was back. She'd take the small victories and picked up her pace until she found him perched upon an edge, with Charon settling in beside him. After some nimble steps, she moved to join them and finished her arrival wordlessly, albeit with a welcome, relieved sway of her tail.

While she took a moment to get comfortable alongside Charon, she listened to find out where she had come in on this at, or if very much had been said already. Despite her relatively subdued greeting and presence, she was interested to hear what may be exchanged here. She was anticipating Floki's return greatly, after all.