Moonspear in the land of not quite day

As the encounter took its shape, he was malleable as to what sort of pace the loner may set for them and it seemed early on that she was going right for the point, too. She needed a home and could work for it, she said--all reasonable, the nature of all things considered. Prey was scarce, winter kept tensions on.. he never traveled the route for himself but time as a loner for the darkest part of the year did not sound like a safe strategy; he nodded deeply, content to field that decision to his alphas, ultimately. Most times, Moonspear could benefit from new blood.

However, new blood of the right sort was where he knew this got tricky. As Hydra's next questions pried towards, it was not as easy as just asking here. His glance was quick, but he wondered already what his sister thought of her so far--she didn't smell of anything suspicious, looked pretty young, and in good shape. The dark-furred Ostrega stayed silent, eager to hear her answers.. and hopeful that she could back them up.