Phantom Hollow and he rose up, passed over the river

Leaving her companions under Venninne's care, Moorhen had ventured forth to explore. She was on the lookout for any suspicious activity - and a strange male in the woods was suspicious enough to set her bristling. Her stance, though, was carefully neutral as she observed the other's actions. He was digging, which seemed a natrual pursuit to the dark shewolf. She did not question his actions or motives in the least, there.

She approached, lingering around the edges of polite distance for conversation. Not near enough to speak at normal levels, but not far enough that he would have to wonder if she was speaking to him. "How do you do," she greeted, fumbling through the odd greeting that had been taught to her by one wolf or another - she didn't understand what it meant, and like small children who think 'elemeno' is a part of the alphabet, Moorhen simply thought it was another string of sounds that meant 'hi'.