Moonspear Words mean nothing when your lips are so blue

Just here for some merc exp, completely skippable as needed.

Dragomir wasn't sure he had any business attending Moonspear's borders, but on account of his training, he was nearby when the howl sounded. After a moment's pause and deliberation, the boy decided to attend it anyway. A nimble pirouette sent him down the mountain rather than up and it wasn't long before he located the summoner.

Even before he was close enough to speak to her, Dragomir could smell that something was a little off. Not as off as that moose that Hydra warned them all away from, but the sweet stench around Sunniva was somehow similar. He did his best to ignore the feeling that crawled up his spine with each breath and focused instead on the she-wolf waiting on the borders.

There was something about her proportions that was a little weird, but Dragomir couldn't have said exactly what it was. He wasn't familiar with pure versus impure wolves and wouldn't have pegged Sunniva for anything but a normal old wolf with some peculiar features. He approached with as much confidence as he could muster, lifting his tail high even though it felt weird to do so here, and said, this is Moonspear. Are you all right?

Clearly he wasn't completely up to speed on how this whole border thing worked.