Moonspear you say you love the way the storms blow

well that's odd, terance wanted to say, but knew better than to be so outrightly rude-- even if she didn't. why bother joining a pack if you didn't stay within the territory? sure, he did his own share of 'scouting' (though it was more accurately named wandering as he had no sense of direction or care of destination), but he always came back. and on top of that, he spent ample amount of time within the borders at least exchanging greetings with pack members and doing the bare minimum of patrolling. he couldn't wrap his head around that logic.

she didn't seem very pleasant, either, terance wasn't sure he liked her much. and she still hadn't shared her name.

"scouting is rad," he replied with a flick of his ears, "alya scouts, have you met her?" he knew alya the least of the sisters-- ayla had a tendency to... well terance didn't actually know what ayla had a tendency to do. she always seemed super friendly up front and then it always seemed like she got bored of talking to him-- he'd never brought that up to hydra before though. whatever, that was besides the point.

"i'm a mercenary," terance then informed her, tail holding still as he gauged her response, "and a naturalist."