Moonspear Help My Dreams

Despite a lingering sorrow for the pack's loss, she was ever-attentive to the borders and her scent was even more prevalent than it usually was there. It did not take long for her to notice the scent of something different. She did know these stretches of mountainside like no other, so when things changed, she knew about it. Lightly, she picked up her pace and loped purposefully after the trail of someone lingering just at their fringes.

It did not take her very long. She caught sight of the wolf and her nose quivered as she identified him as a loner. She did not say anything on her approach, but settled a minty stare expectantly onto the stranger. Her cues, from ears tipped forward and tail swing upward, suggested that she would like an explanation for his business here on her doorstep -- sooner, rather than later.