Moonspear Come back my love

It wasn't often the Spine suffered any trouble from the neighboring Moonspear. Most of their encounters came by way of the forests on either side. The mountains at their southern face? They seemed almost as if to be on the edge of no-man's land where no wolf cared to travel. The spear itself was not the most forgiving of terrains, but it guarded them well. So well, that he ventured in that direction if only to ensure the terrain's continued alliance.

He was well within earshot when FitzDutiful howled. He found it strange for the alpha to be so far from his domain, but he supposed he had no room to complain considering the recent travels of his own. Turning his course, he stepped in the direction of the silver wolf and spied him a few minutes travel from his initial position. Amusing how these mountains could place wolves so close to each other, but make them feel so very far away.

"FitzD!" he greeted as he approached the wolf with a friendly grin upon his face. "A little far from home, don't you think?" And the Spine was well between this one's mountain home and their current location. "You're not climbing these heights just to spy on us, now are you?" His voice held hint of a tease. Not long ago, Kero'd used these same slopes in effort to glimpse into the basin of the spine. He'd had no luck, but it'd been worth the try.