Moonspear call me a thief

Word could travel fast for the right sorts of curious ears. It didn't take all too long for Antares to catch wind of the new recruit his mother had found in the flatlands. He was spending a lot of his time prowling the borderlands this week anyway (since there was enough of interest to keep watch for, and enough motion within Moonspear to warrant it), but for the right other threads of motivation, the shadow angled back up the slopes on the trail.

The forests shifted around him and he took their turns in stride. With a little time, and after he eased back into a slinking trot, he found his route to pay off in full..maybe, with interest. It was too soon to say, but he slowed down further the closer to her he came. It looked like she was busy with something there in the crook of the earth..? He hung back with an interested, alert look, and approached slowly--a wiggling nose first, as he gauged the new stranger first, as well how he must step into this encounter.