Moonspear frostfall

there was no point in sleeping a den. at least, not to corinna. to her, dens were for married couples and diplomats. corinna was neither. she spent no time looking for dens, going to bed wherever in the territory she was when she decided it was time for bed. so when she came across a wolf scoping out some of moonspears dens... well, she just couldn't relate. but she had never met this wolf before, and so she was intrigued.

unfortunately, and perhaps it was her own fault, the caramel tossed she-wolf felt lost among the cliffs of moonspear. she simply didn't belong. she adored the territory, every day she found herself mesmerized by it's beauty. but at what cost? corinna was lonely-- especially since dune's disappearance. and she didn't like being lonely. so even though she had less of an attachment to what the fae was doing, the kappa couldn't get herself to turn and leave. 

she needed some companionship... just a little.

so she called out in a soft, bell-like bark, hoping to grab the inky she-wolf's attention. and then she stood off, ears pricked and tail waving, as she waited to be acknowledged.