Moonspear some plans were made and rice was thrown

In a determined effort to maintain her peace and quiet, she had effectively receded into the territory away from most else. She only preferred to turn away from lengthy company and not be involved in the bustle of pack happenings as much as she could afford to. If not roving near her den's domain in a small circuit she'd adopted to keep busy, she rested so much instead with little option otherwise. However he did not want to coop herself up prematurely, so would still do her part to avoid lengthy stays in the actual den itself.. Although it did make her feel better to stay around it and know that everything she would need to concern herself with soon was neatly in order. This assumed all stayed well enough to her standards, and hopefully, this would get over with soon.

With this present freedom, instead of relaxing like earlier, she grappled with a bothersome urge to just move that this instinctive restlessness helped to inspire all too well. With Charon still out on patrol, and their beasts sure to be within his grasp maintaining their own, she had less to keep her immediately tethered right now. She threaded quietly over the mountainscape towards the gentle valley.. slowly, mindful, and attentive of every pawstep and nearby facet--from sight to sound and all else. It was this that led her to scenting Olive in the first place, and since she was not far away, she approached in a similar silence.

She had spent pieces of time with the rest of their small family constellation so far, and begun to understand them better on an individual level, although it was far from any depth. Olive, the silvered mother, remained most enigmatic even still.

Not that she intended to remain for long, and had only drawn her posture to half its normal height and tasteful poise so far, she waved her tail smoothly in a curious but wordless greeting.