Moonspear look like the innocent flower,

At 6 months of age, Vega was growing more independent and taking on more responsibility. She often shadowed her mother across the territory, observing as the Alpha attended to her various duties, and overall she preferred the higher reaches of the mountain. But that wasn't to say she didn't enjoy prowling through the trees at Moonspear's base; especially because of the influx of new members lately, and Vega's interest in her pack's growth.

She emerged from the treeline, planning to patrol the borders as she had seen Hydra and Dirge do countless times before, and her gaze landed on an unfamiliar figure. It was a she-wolf, likely not much older than the Ostrega herself, and while she did not recognize her visually, she could detect her mother's scent dusted lightly across the girl's coat. She had met with Hydra recently, she deduced, which settled any wariness she might have initially felt at the sight of a stranger.

Vega chuffed amicably enough as she moved to close the gap between them, gold eyes questioning.