Dwin had sensed that Maia had her reservations about the Moonpacks, but there had not been an occasion to ask, why it was so. Had it been of great importance, the young Blackthorn felt sure that Brecheliant would know all of the facts, but in the absence of them they could simply hold a neutral attitude. That balance had been upset few weeks ago, when of their own had attacked a child of theirs. Ever since the incident there had been no sightings of Anathema and there had been no news from the pack that the victim belonged to either. Which was good in a way, because - surely - had he died, Alaric would be howling his head off at Brecheliant's doorstep again. 

However, when she spotted a white she-wolf with the Moonspear scent thick in her coat, near a creek, where she herself had decided to take a drink, she decided to approach the other, alerting with a quiet chuff.

"Good-day to you too," Dwin replied, dipping her muzzle politely and thus hiding a smile at the way the woman spoke. Moon-pack dwellers were odd folk, indeed. "I am from Brecheliant, our Auspex's daughter Dwin," for a moment she wondered, if she should use her full name to make herself sound more important than she actually was. But she realized that the woman probably would not care whether she was a Dwin or a Ceridwen. 

"How is your kid doing?" she asked next. "I am sorry to say that up until this very day we have not been able to find the girl, who attacked him," she told.

"No, not really," Dwin shook her head. They had had a chance meeting between one another, but the girl had mostly kept to herself and clung to Ponyboy like a thistle head to the fur. Had she had an impression that the girl had any sense of humour, she would have joked about it a bit. She was very tempted to say something more about her. Express her distrust of the girl and, how she did not consider her being part of Brecheliant family at all, but did not. Maia's words still resonated within her - Moonspear would not be the one to tell them, who to judge and how. She looked the woman in the eye, wondering, what was it exactly in this woman that her mother so despised, and did not see anything obvious. She averted her gaze, thinking that it was not really fair that parents placed the burden of old family feuds on the shoulders of their children. 

"One of our children met her in the wilds - all on her own - and with her being very young at the time, our leaders offered her a home for winter," she told. "I do not know her whole story and I don't think that she revealed it to anyone else either."

Either Sialuk was very bad with keeping a conversation going or traditions in moon-packs permitted to ask such tactless questions to those, who did not belong to their franchise. Dwin's expression spoke first of surprise followed by a brief - are you serious?! - which returned back to being neutral and polite again. 

"Gods work in mysterious ways," she replied and smiled pleasantly, simultaneously thinking that it was none of the woman's god-damn business. "I don't think that you can plan such a thing, really. You may want to, of course, but in the end it is up to the gods to grant you that wish. Be it children or anything else," she explained. 

"Will gods look favourably on Moonspear and their sister-packs this season?" she asked.

"Well, may that come to a fruitition then," Dwin replied with a kind smile, but realizing as she said this that she was not entirely truthful. In regards of Dee. Who was also a moon-pack member. Who was getting married. And who would have children of her own this year too. Maybe. For her sister's sake she wished that she would get her dream fulfilled. But a small selfish voice in her heart hope that this would not happen. Her sister was so far away already, living a life that was so vastly different from Dwin's. With children in the equation, she would be even further. 

"We will keep you updated, if there are any news," she told then, snapping out of the earlier train of thoughts. "I wish that your boy heals soon," and with that she excused herself and was returning home.