Moonspear a safe place to stay

It had been two weeks since he had left his family behind. In the days that had passed, he had unashamedly rolled in mud, bathed in ponds and lakes, rolled again and bathed again. Scents had faded from his pelt as he traveled, and though he missed holding the silent symbol of Ursus, ultimately he knew it was a good thing that his pelt now carried only his own musk. 

When Toad found the borders of Moonspear, he halted abruptly, sniffing slightly at the line before stepping back. He settled himself onto his butt a couple yards off, and threw back his head to call for @Hydra , @Dirge , @Jarilo , whatever leader might greet him there.