Moonspear until we figure it out

terance snorted at charon's comment, a little amused. he was maybe embarrassed, but not surprised that his craftsmanship was called out. "shitty, maybe," he corrected the alpha with a light shrug. he wasn't too offended, he'd come here pretty aware of the pelt's status-- shitty. but! osprey had taught him, and charon meant something to him, so he tried his darndest. "mom's better at it," he repeated in regards to charon's question, an obvious no. with a good-hearted smile, terance added, "you can just take the meat."

"good," he then said with a light bob of his head. his ears pricked as thoughts putted through his mind, but good seemed to describe it well. moonspear felt fitting to the boy, and though his parents and siblings were far from the mountain-- he felt at home. "i met your daughters-- all three of them," he decided to add. he'd met just about everyone in the pack by now, though he was less than aware that charon actually had four daughters. he assumed the pale girl whom he'd seen once or twice was merely another random packmate.