Moonspear We're back!: A Dinosaur Story

She tried her best to maintain her status quo of cheerful bawdiness. She sang and skipped, cursed colorfully when needed, and bore a snaggle-tooth smile. But it was clear to see a grimness on her face as they grew closer to the mountain. She had started off this adventure on a search for her spurned love - Kjalarr. But now she felt an emptiness that grew as she escorted Kjalarr's son to his relative's home. She was going to give him up. She could not, would not live here. She was not cut out for pack life, besides the fact that she despised the inland. Her brief time in Neverwinter was enough evidence of the former. 

But she moved towards Moonspear, her eye closely focused on @Arrille the whole time. She had been keeping a close eye on him ever since that conversation at sea. His emotional state...well...it was shitty. She didn't blame him for being the way he was. And more than anything, she felt bad for wanting to leave him. It felt right, but it also felt wrong in the same vein. She said nothing of it, and the more she attempted at hiding it the more it read on her face.

They neared the mountain in good time, her steps hurried in an attempt to reach it before the frosts claimed the Wilds. She could smell the border — thick and fresh. The scent suggested an overflow, which worried her. She didn't exactly have a concrete plan B. But she tipped her head back, howling for @Charon specifically, but she knew that some other Moonspear wolf might come instead.