Moonspear but now's the time to look

He blinked. It seemed things had changed lately. Not until recently. The boy wasn't sure what to do with that kind of information yet. Maybe it was just a fluke, not a sign. "Hm," he nodded for a show of his acceptance. As for the foxes, he still wore his best stern-face. "Can do," he said, definitely more than able to voice his issues. "Mama says they're fast," he said, assuming Rannoch would only confirm this anecdote. Obviously, he was far more interested in what Rannoch had to share on the topic, and what the path ahead had in store for them. So far, he still saw nothing. The scent drifted but his guards were up.