Moonspear trigger finger

Wound up, all strung up tight, he felt like he was in knots too lately as paranoia could just about run him up into the trees. He couldn't rest unless he was exhausted so lately, that was just it. He had to expend, waste it all, or he'd just struggle anyway so when the coastal wolf called out for him, he was not very far away really. Trail dropped, and marking all saved for later, he took off to go meet her--and fast, before his sisters or brothers could get there before him.

Relief brought his ears up when he spotted her, alone, and he barked out a short Moorhen, hey! when he dropped his lope down to a trot now to join up beside her route, his tail waving freely. Briefly he nudged shoulders against her, but wondered more importantly what had her here, as far inland as this and at a weird time when Moonspear's upper echelons seemed so volatile, hence his nerves about everything. Anyway, she still smelled all generally like the coast to him and he savored the unfamiliarity with ease. What's up?