Moonspear He's never going home

He hadn't spotted anyone around just yet. Just as he was about to sound a howl of his own to announce his presence, the sound of someone else's howl rang through the still air. He'd have expected it to come from within the territory, but instead it came from the border. "There's a bear on your mountain!" It warned. Bernard's fur bristled in alarm. Were they referring to him? Everyone he'd met in the Teekons so far thought he was a bear or some kind of bear-wolf hybrid. This would not make for a good first impression, so he let out a deep, loud howl to dispel any concerns that he was anything but canine.

Seeing as there was no one nearby, he made his way down the mountain again towards the source of the howl. From what this wolf said and where they were located, he assumed they weren't from the pack, but he wanted to investigate, anyhow. As he neared the border, a familiar scent reached him—Wraen. Suddenly, Bernard broke into a lope, bounding towards her. Wraen?! He called out, overcome with so many emotions whirling inside of him at once. When he came close to her, he skidded to a stop, sending snow flying. Is it really you? He asked in disbelief, frantically sniffing her for information.