Moonspear They gave you no bills

Soft footfalls landed in impressive silence before Aurelius turned to see the creator. It was not Floki or the brutish alpha even, but a new face, soot black and sleek with muscle against the rocky cliff face. He watched with curious eyes as the wolfess settled beside him, tail buffing the ground in greeting. She must be of Moonspear, not to mention her scent bore the now familiar odour of the pack laced with something a little richer of which the man had never come across before.

"Stunning," he'd reply after her words were perked. The Wilds were still of new ground; he knew little of the surrounding areas aside from the neighbouring eastern plains, and he was interested to learn more. "May I ask, who are you?" The Treborn already had an idea however firm knowledge was a think he'd become likened to.