Swiftcurrent Creek Family Found Once

No, she hadn't. She still wasn't sure to make of this one. Still, a name was a fairly small expense. "Moss." She said simply. She didn't bother telling Amalia her full name- she clearly knew stones well enough that she might be interested to know that she'd actually been named Moss Agate. She didn't want to open any conversations about herself. 

Apparently, Amalia had had some issues- but being a guardian herself, Moss wouldn't condone trespassing, either. Obviously, she was only going to be getting Amalia's side of the story and in it, she was only half accepting responsibility for the incident. It seemed terribly important that she be forgiven, or at least understood for her mistake in judgement, but she was going to the wrong wolf. Moss didn't really care what Amalia had done, or whether it'd been a mistake or not. It wasn't her problem. 

Moss wouldn't have hesitated to attack a trespasser, but something didn't feel right about validating Amalia's concerns. It felt like she was fishing for redemption. Moss simply grunted. She didn't like over-sharing. 

"I'll call Lestan." 

Maybe he would be the better wolf to talk to, and maybe he would give her the answers she was searching for, and listen to her talk about her feelings. She tilted her head back and loosed a fairly abrupt howl, hoping @Lestan would come along and relieve her of her duties.