Firefly Glen missed

Endless, was her search, and the heavy rains made seeing far hard, made scenting out the pup even harder. The sky was nearly black, the world around her coated in a gray hue. She called out, though her voice was but an eerie echo surely drowned out by the thunder and pounding of water. 

Then... a scent finally touched her muzzle, though it was not the scent of little Asmoses. No, it was Moonspear. Vallkyrie tensed with an obvious uneasiness. The pack was not exactly allies, for all she was aware, but on friendly terms so as long as Neverwinter did got go anywhere near what Moonspear believed to be theres. This included that glade which stretched from Neverwinter, down, and to the mountains all the same. 

The huntress could only assume she would be run off again, though this time although she was in a manner 'hunting' it was not to take from what could be in the Spear wolves caches. So, Vallkyrie held her ground and turned round when she was called out to, to meet the other wolf coming her way. 

No hostility. No judgement. The younger wolf came trotting into her direction with a relaxed gait, a waving back and forth of his tail and air of no ill intention. So of course Kyr relaxed, or so best she could with the downpour and given the circumstances. 

Hello. She said only for the time being, dipping her dark muzzle in greeting as she looked him over. Quite the powerhouse, indeed, even as he was still growing. Thick legged, thick torso, thick.... well everything really! If she were to have anyone tag along with her (especially with bad folks about) he was definitely the one to pick.