Blackfeather Woods I'm being followed by a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow

There were a lot of howls at the borders as of late. He had spent a lot of time at the borders and just outside of them but lately Euron had been busy somewhere in the bowels of the territory, refining his hunting techniques and killing several more rodents. But on this day, when this peculiar howl went up, he had found no fresh trace of mouse or vole, and was near enough to the borders that curiosity pulled him the rest of the way, where he saw one of his packmates with a stranger — a bit of a funny looking stranger. His coat looked splattered with black and gray over white and he was rather gangly. But Euron liked funny, and weird, and anything different.

The boy crept closer. He was light of feet but also light of body, even given his age, and did not sink into the crunchy snow. Still, he was aware that that were weak spots, noisy weak spots, and he settled down behind a tree as soon as he thought he was near enough to catch the gist of what was going on. Peering around the trunk, he quietly observed.

Feel free to skip me unless one of your characters directly interacts with Euron :) He's just here to observe.