Blacktail Deer Plateau no unsung hero

It wasn't unusual to find Moonstone circling the borders in pensive focus, and today was no different. As she skirted around a bend, just missing a thorn bush with her hip, an unfamiliar scent wafted into her nostrils. Her tail twitched and lifted only slightly as she made her approach, though there was nothing but calm to be seen on her face. Hello, she called, then relaxed as she slowly began to pick out a more familiar scent on the peculiar wolf's coat; Grayday. I'm Moonstone. You?