Moonspear West side story

She snorted. Of course this was a pack chock full of prom kings and queens— what other kind of wolf could be appropriately drawn to such a majestic peak? Ness could be vain, but she wasn't inclined to be superficial. Though this fact was not reinforced by the things she said or the sharpness of her demeanor; for example: "Then we might as well start putting up the signs: No Ugg-Muggs, Oogum-Boogems, or Fuglies allowed." Her quip came with a wink before she turned her grin outward over her chosen view. An unintentionally contented sigh followed, as a rimmed ear flicked faintly in the direction of her newly introduced packmate in regards to his query.

"It was the strangest thing really. I saw this peak as I was coming down from the beach, right? I lost my breath and then the feeling I got suddenly was like..." she tried to think of an appropriate comparison, and though she had never felt anything like it before, she came up with a suitable thought: "like the time I was on my very first solo hunt, and zeroed in on a rabbit. Instinct just drove me after that, and so here I am." She took quite a bit of pride in this story, despite feeling as if it wasn't accurately told. Ness would try to think of a better explanation later on. "Why did you pick Moonspear as your home, Floki?"