Ouroboros Spine The city of the moon

The snowy brute made a comment that he did not recognize the name that was offered. The warrior cursed within his mind, regretting his decision to chase after the young seer. Was it worth his time to trek across each foreign land to find the boy?

Not all hope was lost, however. The pale man stated that he would call out to someone who might know of the missing Starsea member. Foxfur nodded his head in appreciation. He had not anticipated that the stoic border-watcher would go beyond their basic conversation. The red-masked wolf shifted slightly and waited with the larger male in silence.

A female approached, young, pale as the surface of a glimmering moon. She was formal with her greeting. Foxfur bowed his head and blinked slowly to the yearling.

I am Foxfur, a warrior of Starsea. I have been sent to retrieve a member of our clan. He is a dark boy, and he is called Crowfeather. Have you seen any matching his description? the weary warrior asked of the young woman with a bowed head.