Shadowwyn Moor Clair de Lune, L. 32

She was nervous, but not aggressive. Moss relaxed, letting a friendly smile warm their silver-peppered maw, A pleasure to meet you, Wren of Riverclan. Funny, I met someone from a pack with a similar name, they were a cat, however. He joked, attempting to ease the woman's tension.

Something like that, he mused, the pups are getting big enough now I'm not needed much, which is a shame, but I have more time to explore now, the little wolf explained with a grin.

What about you, Miss— I assume —Wren? I do hope you weren't trying to hunt. I might have seen a rabbit a while ago, but I can't be certain. If there were any, I'm sure I frightened them off with my racket, they rambled, scratching at their chin with a nail and peering over the frozen landscape. Sorry about that, Moss said sheepishly, glancing back to the ash-coated woman. I suppose I could try and help you find one, if you'd like?