Moonspear forget my place amongst the grass

The story he told filled in gaps and sprung up more questions that he wouldn't ask. At least not here, not when they were for all purposes still strangers with a burgeoning step into better known acquaintences. What wasn't said Dirge concluded aa the rest is history—and it was. He could not imagine the logistics behind a merging of packs, but it was evident that it had worked out favorably for both parties.

A noncommittal sound lodged itself in his throat like an agreeable hum as Charon touched on the diversities within Moonspear. He followed up on the next beat. "I hope to discover more of them, certainly. I can only imagine the view you must have from the mountain proper... though the forest is nice as well." To get a lay of the land beyond the bubble he knew so far would be benefical as well. Another query sprang to mind, one he could not resist for the sake of showing his intent.

"How's the hunting around here for winter? Deer or elk, that is. I saw herds well to the north days ago, but they seemed intent to head towards the river." And days ago, he had no one but himslf to share that information with. They had been nothing more than a tasty tease, unobtainable. He hoped the situation faired better here.