Moonspear when she smiles she draws you in

trepidation seizes praimfaya as she closes the distance with sure and swift steps, which slow with caution as she draws nearer to the pack's borders. her uncertainty is not founded in speaking to the wolves as much as it is founded in the mountain they dwell upon. how brave, she thinks. perhaps they, unlike diaspora, have not had the misfortune of losing lives to it as the earth shook beneath them. praimfaya has come to distrust mountains, thinking of all of them as cursed places regardless of how majestic they appear. would her stomach not have roiled at the sight of it she might've been breathless as she glimpses upon it in the early morning dawn, painted in an outline of soft gold.

instead, she itches to put as much distance between it and her as she can, though lucky for her their borders mark flatlands at its base and she will not be forced to climb it to seek them out; but as a budding ambassador and wanheda this strikes her as necessary. praimfaya ensures that there is more than plenty and amiable space between her and their scent markings before she tips her head back and alerts the wolves to her presence.