Moonspear My Shangri-la, I can't forget

StoryTeller, Trader, Healer. It didn't seem there was much of a need of his certain skill set. Though that didn't deter him, he did wonder if he should settle in the Teekon as he had planned or if he should keep wandering further into the wilds and away from this place. Today was not a day to make such decisions. Instead he was honoring the first wolf he had met here, who had shown him kindness and he was heading to the sacred space she spoke so highly of. However.

As he walked he was struck with a wall of piss and fur and scents and stopped. Sialuk had told him he had permission to enter into the Moonspear, but now. There was a territory here and he felt intrusive. He stood for a moment undecided, but then he lifted his muzzle to the sky and sent a questioning howl.

Then he settled at the borders, he unwound the fur from around his neck, long and slinky, worn in places. He would probably need to get a new one this year, maybe a weasel or an otter, bigger, sturdier than rabbit.

 He took stock of his inventory. The plants he so carefully coveted and a furrow drew in his brow as the amounts he once had didn't boast such high numbers anymore. Before he went anywhere, he would to stay until spring to stock back up.