Deepwood Weald a shadowy hand turns the page

The entity of the ocean seemed like a greater abnormality than both of them could contemplate. It was truly something to experience live, so Zsuzsa would leave it to that. More interested in hearing about Moonspear’s pack lore, it was a good sign they were a longer-lived pack in these Wilds. It seemed all too common for packs to be short-lived nowadays. Much history and traditions were lost that way and Zsuzsa, after sharing a brief stint with a pack before the Wilds, noticed the hierarchy was slightly different in a pack that was either short-lived or transitioned one too many times in its lifetime.
 
Nodding once he highlighted the features of Moonspear, it sounded like a grand plan to certainly swing by once she made her ways South again. ”Longevity is something I value, so that is good to hear. Traditions are thrown away nowadays.” Zsuzsa complimented on this key trait. She could tell by the looks of him that they were plentiful in diet. They had enough in numbers to lend to their neighbors as well in need of assistance. All of these prospects were advantageous to someone like her who had been on the lonely path. It was in her future to pay a visit and survey their territory if they allowed a curious loner to do so.
 
Offering his name in a charming smile, Zsuzsa added her own small smile in return. ”I’ll certainly ask for you, Dirge, when I visit Moonspear. You can call me Zsuzsa.” It was a nice feeling to finally meet wolves who were good-natured, healthy, and prospering like Dirge.