Moonspear all i heard, all that sound.

Tagged a couple peeps, but all welcome! I went ahead and marked this as joining, since I know that's where we'll end up :D

Her heart was hammering in her chest when she stepped towards the borders of the pack's territory. The scent was faint - so faint, she couldn't even be sure that it was him or just her longing playing tricks on her. But, even if it wasn't him, Moonspear had been part of her plan from the beginning. They were allies of the Vale, and so she was hopeful that they may have some information about either of the brothers she sought. She didn't know what she would do if they had nothing for her, and out of self-preservation, she wouldn't allow her thoughts to go there yet.

She stopped a respectful distance from the territory, gazing out at the slopes. The memory of her conversation with Charon came to mind, in spite of her anxiety over @Rannoch. Her eyes slid up to the highest peaks thoughtfully, wondering if he'd actually climbed up there to see what the stars smelled like. Liffey recognized the comment now as being a silly, childish thing. But still, she wondered.

The Blackthorn tilted her head to the sky and howled, hoping @Charon might be the one to come and greet her, even though she doubted he would even remember her.