Swiftcurrent Creek You say that you're leaving, well that comes as no surprise

When prompted for a reason, Moss took a bit more interest in conversing, though it might not have showed on her face. "Join." She admitted, thoughtfully. She looked to him to gauge his reaction; she knew there was a chance she might have come to a place that might not have need of her. Guessing by the scents she traced on the border, she assumed there were perhaps a half dozen wolves. Her chances could be good. 

She likely wouldn't have explained more unless questioned, but she caught sight of Akavir, having responded to Arric's call. He looked well. Much better than he'd looked when she'd seen him last, anyway. Half frozen, soaked through to the skin, muscles rigid from hypothermia. She felt no fondness when she saw him, though. After all, she would have walked on and left him to his fate, assuming he was already possibly dead or likely to die had it not been for her sister's plea. 

He looked surprised and admitted as much. She answered with a nod. "Mm," She grunted in agreement. After all, she hadn't been tracking him or trailing after him. It was by mere coincidence that she'd come across his scent at all- but it'd seemed like a sign. His eyes grazed past her, and she frowned lightly, knowing he was searching for her more amicable sister. She wondered if he would be disappointed to only be left with her. "She's gone." She answered, quietly. Perhaps that would serve as enough explanation as to why she'd decided to seek him out when she'd caught his scent; she was alone.