Moonspear words are weapons

I know it says any wolf that's not apart of Moonspear is trespassing if they have a thread in this forum but there's no prefix for Moonspear borders outside of the pack forum or in it anymore (and I'm afraid y'all won't see it if I post in in the Great Bear Wilderness forum) so yeah. Tevinter is at the borders (also yay for potential reunion thread?!) :D.

Tevinter, several days after his confrontation with the bear, had yet to return to Jade Fern Grove, still trying to figure out what he was going to tell his parents, whom would no doubt notice the three slash wounds across his muzzle even if he alternated between letting them uncovered (as he had them now), and leaving them covered with his extremely basic (albeit helpful) knowledge of healing. Healing was Swift's forte but Tevinter knew just enough to keep himself from getting an infection or potentially dying. Avoiding death was something that Tevinter was surprisingly good at, even though three times now he should have been little more than a decaying corpse. There were those that would claim he was blessed (by what, he wondered?) but in truth Tevinter knew that it was more than likely just a long running streak of extremely good luck. 

Tevinter figured that while he had left on the guise of going on an outrider mission he might as well stick to his word and actually gather what information he could. Scope out the Southern parts of the Teekon Wilds for his father and aunt who respectively led the Grove. Still, he would have to think of something to explain his new ...trophies, because he didn't think admitting that he had provoked a grizzly bear would go over too well. It could have cost him his life. He knew this — had known it prior but he'd wanted vengeance, so fixated upon being the hero that he'd allowed pride and greed to consume him. Yet, it was not death that Tevinter feared. It was losing those that he cared about, his family.

He had lost one already. Both in the physical sense and in his memories. No more could he recall faces, voices, or even really names. He'd been too young, and as he began to see Scimitar and Bazi and their litter as his family even more of his biological family had begun to fade until they seemed like a dream. Like they had not existed in the first place and he'd always been Scimitar and Bazi's, instead of their adopted son. His steps slowed as he drew nearer to scent borders, conscious of them, though he took a moment to pause and study the towering peak. It's tip stretched up to the heavens, grasping towards the clear night sky littered with stars, towards the moon in all of her glory. 

After he'd gotten his aesthetic fill he moved closer, though left more than an acceptable distance between their borders and himself, knowing that at the doorstep of another pack respect was always to be given. Tevinter's howl rose into the sky, alerting the Moonspear's wolves to his diplomatic presence; though admittedly diplomat was a bit of a stretch. He was more or less just a curious Outrider eager to appease the Grove's leadership and earn his apprenticeship.