Moonspear and i know

terance nodded, a soft smile on his face. it was true, moonspear had some wildly talented wolves-- and at many different things. they had scouts and hunters and healers and naturalists... the whole nine yards-- but that's not what he said. instead terance gave a slight turn of his head to look past liffey, ears pricking and nose twitching, before turning back to say, "yeah, lyra's self-taught too." 

moving the conversation along, for once in his life, the yearling decided to fall into his mothers more sympathetic shoes. "how are you settling into moonspear?" he asked her, ears cupping forward.