Moonspear when she smiles she draws you in

Certain he had given his children the slip, he partook in solitude. Though this too was fleeting as it ever was—he could have ignored the summons had he truly wanted to. But it was no particular hurry that drew him there because he knee all too well someone would beat him to the punch. Moonspear ran something akin to a well oiled machine with each of them a particular cog, ever shifting and turning to cover their bases, heeding warnings, or lobbing threats.

Their doorstep had not been quiet as of late and he presumed it was another one of those social calls involving someone taking a more direct routine to being vetted into their fold. Which, unsurprisingly, remained family even to the present in all its delicate ties. Moriko may have been the outlier, but the only one. Reiko too, if she were to stay.

Laying eyes on their caller and catching the snippet of her chosen words, he discerned promptly from his vantage point that this was not like any other standard day of the week. Her words were accented, almost strangely, and his interest piqued. Since Jarilo had beaten him there—no surprise—Dirge broke into the scene far more casually in comparison to the formal context.

"Courtesy and mindfulness? That's new," because honestly, how many start and go packs had erected to crumble nearby? Too many, and he hadn't even kept count. "Why the fen? You've got neighbors in more than just our mountains there." Hydra's new friends; he looked to Jarilo briefly before settling his gaze on the young she-wolf.