Moonspear helpless

He found himself nervous in her presence—perhaps merely from the implications Njord had dropped to him prior. She spoke of this as her birthright—and it rooted within his chest, then, that perhaps she lived a version of life that he too could have tried to do. There was time yet, if it seemed the fates had steered him wrong.

She mentioned other men and women—a sister pack. The mention of other women after stating her own desires seemed almost a casual mention to him--was she testing to see if he was interested in others? He chuffed softly, muzzle tilting. “I was unaware Moonspear was affiliated to another—the packs are to work in unity, then?” His eyes careful upon her now, he felt a slow grin beginning to warm his features—kindred, indeed, as she revealed her story. “I was born on a mountain, too,” he offered, his muzzle swinging to nod toward the smaller mountain in the distance. “Perhaps that is why this place called to me.” That he could feel the promise of hearth and home here.