Cassiopeia's View And I cannot compete with you, Jolene

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Moonspear. That didn't mean much to Pallas. Her gaze trailed past the pearly wolf towards the horizon where various peaks rose from the earth in sawtooth fashion. She hadn't run into any packs yet, but had met plenty of pack wolves. To the she-wolf, this meant the foothills must be littered with them. The stranger's question was met with a somewhat blank stare. Pallas hadn't really decided where she was going. She supposed wherever the food was. A shrug wracked her old shoulders and she spoke. "Headed after food." The reply was succinct and probably disappointing. "What's Moonspear?"