Moonspear the wild hunt

Thistle picked her way to the range where the wolf's call originated from. She took her time and stayed near the back her tail hanging slack behind her. She studied the wolves that were now her family, and she wasn't sure about it. She didn't say anything to anyone, though a soft surge of pride slid through her body and heart at the sight of her two son's one adopted, and one borne. They both looked so tall and strong. Charon was rash and foolish at times, but he meant well and Tevinter was like his father, both he and floki were. 

She tiptoed up towards Dash and settled to her haunches next to him. She wasn't large or strong, but she would do her best to help them take down the beast of an elk.