Moonspear let it be

Of course! <3

He had no idea how many sunrises he had seen from this spot on the mountain now — too many, perhaps. The thought of returning to the Bay, however, caused the boy's ears to flick back and he shook out the fur on his neck, unwilling to face the wolves there right now. He worried for them, though, for Jorunn and Floki, Charon and Thistle. He would go back, eventually. Maybe. If infection didn't get him first. Or that crow. Or...

Atreyu's ears pricked back at the sound of a voice. A voice! He had not heard one in so long. His gaze shifted as he tried to locate the source, settling on the form of a lithe, dark female a few seconds later. She looked concerned, and while her words were not hostile, the boy retreated a few steps back into the nook in the mountain, startled by her sudden appearance. How long had she been there?

Defensively, he let out a low warning growl, his front end still in the sunlight as he stared at the fiery-eyed woman. Though, he quickly fell silent, nose wiggling as he took in her scent. She smelt like deer and other places. It was almost tantalising to the boy, having grown so used to the stench of old blood. Despite his wariness, he was curious.