Moonspear Its Our Time to Make a Move

Easthollow. Welcome, West Tyree, she greeted in turn, warrming some. That was part of the familiarity, then... but more than that, the relation to his sister whom she had met, Leta. Adopting a friendlier demeanor, she seemed to relax as she settled onto her hindquarters for the time, plume wrapping neatly around one haunch. That was what she had noted... the scent shared between he and Leta; knowing as much put her mind at ease. He continued on, and when he spoke of Theseus her ears pricked forward with apt interest. That was a name she had not heard for a long, long while. Now and then, she thought of him—she had not imagined he had perished, but she wondered about where it was he had gone. He had never returned, after she sent him on his quest. 

Perhaps he was back home, with Easthollow then. No doubt they could benefit from another warrior. What is it? she inquired, patiently awaiting the word Theseus had brought.