Moonspear Calling you brings apprehension

Alastor announced his disinterest in food and his interest in Aesop. That is, Aesop's living space, which was just as much an interest in him. He grinned, perhaps a little saucily, at Alastor. Naturally. It's a bit of a climb, but damn near everything is on this hill, said he. And with that he adjusted their course up the mountain, following well-worn paths through the underbrush.

During the climb, Aesop thought to make some kind of conversation, and decided on a slightly awkward topic that he'd been wondering about. So the whole cursin' thing, does that bother you? It was difficult not to notice Alastor's discomfort each time he swore, subtle though it may have been. Though his colorful language was well woven into his lexicon, he was positive that he could tone it down.

Finally they came upon Aesop's den, which now smelled rather heavily of him after his long stay at Moonspear. It was a tight squeeze to get in for him, but another, smaller wolf might have an easier time of it. The space was dug into the hillside, much of its structural support came from the roots of the tree that it sat beneath. Here we are, he said with a grand sweep of his paw at the modest densite.