Moonspear letting the water fall

Aware that someone new was in their midst, Altair had set out to seek him. Not necessarily to say hello—he found himself a little wary after the harrowing events that Mira had gone through—but to simply lay eyes on him. At least that had been the plan until he had seen Sialuk limping along, and he had set to stalking after her and wondering just what had happened to her.

He could have simply gone hunting, but there was a bit more fun in trailing after his siblings and cousins and whatever other combination of relatives he could find; he had fewer to choose from these days with their pack divided between the mountain and the glen. Going out to the glen required bothering someone old enough to take him there, much to his dismay (and potentially theirs) and he had exhausted a running list of the willing.

For the most part, anyway.

Closing in on his cousin, he called to her: “Sia—!”

His voice cut off at the greeting she offered, and just beyond her through the foliage he spied out the boy. His brow furrowed at his pelage, so vibrant and bright in comparison to his own, but not as pristine as his cousin. He hadn’t expected to find him by following Sialuk either, and he could not temper the feeling of keeping his hackles down; they bristled instead, the dark hairs rising along his spine.

“Hey, who are you?” His voice was a bit firm for a boy still growing into himself.