Moonspear We're dreaming on and on.

He didn't know if the superior she-wolf acknowledged his sales pitch with a change of expression or even an exchanged glance with her pack-mate, as Talion's frosty gaze remained fixed on her nimble forepaws. When at last she spoke to him, he wasn't expecting a demand to follow through with a task at once. After the initial surprise at her sudden request, the peppered yearling thought it to be a good idea in the long run. It would seperate the committed from the lazy.

"I will find them," was the boy's vow, and his tail unfurled from his between his rear limbs to offer a ginger sweep across the snowy earth beneath him. "My name is Talion," he offered softly, hoping the pair would share their names in return so he knew who to seek upon his return.