Moonspear heel

With the steady strengthening of her leg, so did return her spirit and thoughts. Harley gave her a sense of security, knowing that she was not alone here, was not going to endure her stay here without anyone to rely on. She also found that being here was not the worst thing that may have happened to her; she had a mate, a place in a pack, and was spared the hard life of a lone wolf. Still...she was a thrall, and could not let her happiness go completely to her head.

She was nosing a herb when the call rent the air, a herb she was trying to identify. It's name was on the tip of her tongue, she thought it had something to do with stings, or bites, perhaps, but did not know. She loathed to leave her little exploration but did so quickly, not trying to anger Charon.

She trotted quickly through the trees and heights, her paws having adapted now to the land of the mountain. She navigated here without fear now, unlike her first two weeks here. When she approached the two wolves (for someone had beat her to Charon) she slowed, and her stance became one of submission. She approached respectfully and glanced quickly to the other before turning her gaze to Charon's paws, bowing her head. "Greetings, alpha, sir." She had learned long ago not to test him, and had no wish to, though nervousness boiled in her stomach as she wondered as to why he had called her here. She did not greet the other, wondering if it were even her place to.