Moonspear First Impressions

Lonely. That was somewhat concerning, and Mitanni's brow furrowed as she wondered what would cause it. She'd never been the most social of creatures, but she'd gotten by in Moonlit Hills and had felt somewhat connected with her packmates. She made a mental note as she walked with Harley to be mindful of it, her interactions with others, and to put an effort into getting to know the rest of the pack. Fresh start here, I got to do it right.

Harley's interests struck a chord of amusement with the little brown wolf, and her eyes lit up with it as she glanced sidelong at the wolfdog. "Telling tales about your brave battles and acts of kindness?" she commented wryly, connecting each of his interests in a comical manner. She was sure he didn't mean it that way, but each of his interests were so different she was caught in the surprise of it. "Sounds like a fun career."

With her amusement still evident on her face, Mitanni took up surveying the barren forest as they began to walk among the first of the trees. Bare branches reached like skeletal hands toward the sky, and twisting brambles, what remained of bushes, looked desolute and hunched in on themselves. Feeling a somber sense of loss for the forest, she asked quietly, her amusement gone, "Did you get to see this place before the swarm hit?"