Moonspear the day's divinity

A howl rose in the early hours of the evening, crisp and close. It pulled him from his thoughts, scattering them in the icy wind to some far off place. He recognized the tone of the she-wolf's call, ears pushing forward as he rose to his feet and huffed idly; a shake of his coat later and he was off to suss her out and see what had been found.

Long strides carried him through countless snowdrifts, the latter of which soon became pockmarked by doe and wolf trails. His nose trailed through them as he fell in line with the already forged path, his steps quick and precise. He moved like an oiled machine, primed and ready the moment he spied out a dark silhouette against the slow fade of twilight's last hues. He chuffed a quiet greeting, decisively sliding up alongside of the Moonspear matriarch with a gentle wave of his tail from hock height.

He had only encountered her once and recently—no doubt the sting of loss remained—and it became doubly so he would not pass up this opportunity. Past a cursory glance to her features, he took study of the lame deer and it's tiring struggle against the incline. His tongue snaked out to wet his lips, agreeing with the good fortune that had been thrust their way. For every inclination he had to go ahead, he knew better and waited, as the ire she had displayed days ago was not forgotten.

yasss gimme trade threads >_>