Moonspear West side story

"I'm not actually from the beach, but I'd been traveling the coast for about a week before I saw Moonspear. Interesting place— I think I'll go see it again when it's warmer— but I can't imagine actually living there," Ness raised an elegant brow at Floki, wondering many impractical things about he and his brother's birthplace. "Sand gets everywhere, man." Then because she needed to emphasize this, the speckled wolf leaned in slightly and hissed: "Everywhere." She nodded sagely, leaning back into position. "Took me hours and an ice bath in a creek to get it all off."

Turning a happily attentive ear in the sand-footed boy's direction, she listened to his tale of Moonspear's inception. It was interesting to her, if only because she had never heard of packs merging. In fact, Northpaw and Southpaw were so against it that anything more than a mere trading of members seemed sacrilegious. But in the grand scheme of things, and all she was discovering out on her own, she supposed it was an entirely possible thing. Still, she pretended to know what he was talking about, and smiled, stating: "Oh okay. Thee old merge-and-move." She made it sound like some old pastime; the oldest trick in the book. "That's pretty bitchin'."

"So which do you prefer, Flo? Sand granules clinging like fleas or vertigo-inducing heights?"