Moonspear First Impressions

Mitanni nodded her head with certainty, in agreement with the thought that Harley's interests were guaranteed to keep him busy. "Plenty of stories either way," she agreed, walking alongside the wolfdog with her pace matched to his. Occasionally she glanced at him from the corner of her eye, absently noting how his features differed from most other wolves she'd met, but it was a trivial thing that didn't seem worth mentioning. He was here, he was part of the pack, and that was what mattered.

It wasn't altogether surprising to hear that the mountain had been beautiful before the locusts arrived, though the little brown wolf did feel disappointed she'd arrived too late to see it. "Hopefully the land recovers," she commented as she walked, fearing just a little the apparent stall in regrowth. The damage was fairly extensive, worse than she'd thought originally, but it wasn't enough to last much longer, was it?

It was hard not to take note of the lack in prey scents across the mountainside. She'd maybe come across one soft trail, but it hadn't struck her as promising--though little did given the situation. "This forest will attract quite a bit once it's green again," Mitanni mused aloud, trying for optimism. Her amber eyes roved from tree to tree, searching the barren paths and making mental notes. I'll be ready once it's regrown.