Moonspear wilding like that coyote

His call was well recieved and the wolf that approached seemed just as friendly. Like Dirge, he was draped in an earthen coat though his seemed to reflect more of the stony backdrop they had than the decaying leaf litter. It was a change from the usual company he had as of late, perhaps even down to the demeanor of first impressions.

"Of a sort," he replied with a wave of his tail. "She talked me into joining up with this lot for the winter." And in a way he supposed that did make them friends. Friends themselves were not in large stock for Dirge either, who had spent more time in the company of family than anything... and truth be told had he thought about then the reality was that even now this was no different.

"Seen anything of interest out here yet?" He pushed right along with their budding conversation, already trying to glean snippets of what he hoped would be useful information. "I'm guessing you've been here longer than I." Probably better favored than some wayward dispersal like him too, if he had to wager unspoken.