Moonspear but no one said nothin'

might as well while she's in need of a post/in the area ;p

The scout had taken it easy in the range just south of here, and grown more accustomed to this nearby swatch of what was apparently known to most as the Teekon. She took her care to glean her information when she could and otherwise map the terrain she covered, going nowhere in a hurry. The springtime was mild, rainy at its worst, and sometimes a bit chilly at night in the higher spots, but on the whole.. she had what she could survive on.

Before she could forge a pathway onward, she had ruminated on a growing curiosity. There was a peak. Inevitably she'd spotted it far from here, and travel pressed her nearby into a better view occasionally. She was undeniably interested by it time and time again. Progress continued to keep gravitated towards it, so she'd have to sate this wonder before moving on in full.

Today, when she finally veered in close enough to its valley, her nose quivered knowingly, not surprised at all; pack. Even in the foothills, she'd found their beginnings here and there--this just told her to be careful. The yearling adjusted course, and posture alike. She now had a task in mind and a particular skillset to polish up fast. As she was raised, she was quick into the role, and ready to be underway.

It was late afternoon by now, and she stayed frustratingly out of actual reach of their boundary lines but roved along with snout down and ears up a stone's throw away. She was taking it all in casually and would muster her audience after some.. preliminary information gathering to give her something to work upon. But she knew she had to on her guard, considering how grossly outnumbered she was sure to be on a family's doorstep. Interacting directly with packs was not her favored approach, yet sometimes, a necessary one to get right to the good knowledge--if they humored her any in the first place.