Nocturne Summit nosebleed

Ness was just returning from her jaunt in the south. Though it seemed quite soon to be exploring past the borders of her new territory, her free spirit was not to be dampened, and her choices were still her own. That being said, she was purposely moving in the direction of home— where she had planted her weed-like roots— and brought with her news she thought Charon might be interested in. The spotted she-wolf felt a little too anxious to hunt, though many enticing scents wafted her way, and her pace did not slow to accommodate any real exploring on her journey back.

She didn't yet realize that she could have a given duty to this pack, so that she might do things like this. Scouting beyond the immediate territories surrounding her birthplace had been a disavowed practice, and the places she had occupied thereafter had not appealed to her enough to return to them after such periods of "scouting". Moonspear was different. She was eager to be home again. A first, as far as she could remember... But this wasn't saying much, given both her age and poorly kept memories. If Ness could forget everything from before a week ago, she would.

The wind was coming down from the north, bringing with it the surprising scent of Moonspear despite it being quite off in the distance still. Her pace slowed to accommodate her confusion at this, but it was only a few more moments before a shadow along the summit manifested into a wolf robed entirely in ink. Distinctly female, her scent was not unfamiliar, and more than she recognized it from the borders of the Spear, she knew it from cloaking the guardhairs of Charon's fur. "Amekaze?" she called when she was near enough to be heard. "Ness— your new recruit." The she-wolf approached slowly, respectful of the other female's rank and whatever business she had here. 

A wild stranger (also) from MSP appears!