Sheepeater Cliff twinkle twinkle little bat

he saw them from a distance, a little trio of varied hues--one white, one gray, one brown. aditya trotted across the plains, having been occupied with surveying the territory just outside morningside's border, but now curious to see what this was about. a family? an envoy from a neighboring pack?

they were staring up at the cliff, perhaps admiring the sheep that called the rocks home. wagging his banner tail slightly, aditya chuffed, approaching them with guarded interest.

"hello," he said, drawing to a halt in front of them. two of them had no discernible scent of affiliation, but one--the young, ivory-pelted girl--smelled strongly of the moonspear. he flicked an ear. a defector? a runaway? or simply exploring?

"i have not seen any of you in these lands before," aditya remarked casually, gesturing with his nose at the plains around them. "what brings you through here?"