Moonspear campaign mode

Alya glanced over her shoulder as the sound of another's approach. It was a pack scent, so she slowed her pace and shook out her pelt, the sudden motion making her more visibling among the trees that crowded Moonspear's base. The other bled out of the shadows and revealed himself to be Hydra's young apprentice.

"Hey - you," the dark woman greeted, floundering for a moment as she tried to recall the boy's name. It was silly for her to forget; Hydra talked about him often enough. Alya resolved to be more present, and to pay more attention to her packmates. This was getting just a little bit silly. "Drogon," she said at last, giving her tail an idle flick.

It was pretty obvious that she'd forgotten his name, so she tried to make up for that fact with a benign smile and her full attention - something that most could only strive to achieve. "On patrol?"