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his pack-- was sharing that private information? terance didn't know. he gave a quick "uhm..." and eyed their surroundings. in front of them, a long distance off, you could just make out the foggy peaks of moonspear. terance held his gaze that way nose twitching curiously to see if he could pick up their scents-- though all he smelled was the sulfuric scents of whatever these water explosions were.

"that big peak in the middle," he said, glancing back to maera, "it's called moonspear." and it's fuckin' rad. he held his opinions back. he eyed her, nose twitching again as he went over her scent. it was warm, dusty, and a little bit like pines. she didn't smell of other wolves, only of the wild. he gave her a small smile. "it's pretty rad," he said, almost teasingly, but no longer worried about offending a pack-- as she clearly wasn't part of one.