Moonspear Outsider

there was a subservience that clung to the woman before him, which elicited a slow unraveling of the moonspearian’s brusque guise. glancing her over with a flick of his yellow eyes, arcturus learned she was a loner seeking entreaty into their fold. 

his scowl did not slake, despite this. it was not an easy time for any soul in this mountain, and arcturus weighed this information tensely. what is your name, and why us? he expected an honest answer, and so fixed his cold gaze upon her with scrutiny.

She let out an exhale with her nose. She remained calm, not having anything to hide. She looked at him with a serious gaze, her blue and green eyes both staring into him. "I am called Moriko, after the forests..And I respect the nature of your large family.."  She called packs that she respected "families" because they functioned as such.

"What do they call you..?" She looked at him, nose pointed towards him. "You have fur like the Winter night sky.."