Swiftcurrent Creek long into the abyss

skip Moss as needed :)

From first glance, she could tell that Arric had the situation handled. But being a guardian, Moss was content to continue her patrol given the fact that the stranger had drawn the pack's attention with her howl. Dry grass and a thin layer of snow crunched beneath her large feet as she meandered toward them, a giant mountain shifting with a timeless grace. She inhaled, reading the woman's scent as she did, and passed a glance over her for anything that could be a red flag. 

She appeared to be a relatively normal young wolf. Tough, and in decent shape for her size which indicated that she could hunt well enough to feed herself. Moss did not notice the intensity of her gaze, though; it was a feature shared by warriors. She appraised the woman's features as she came to Arric's side, and found herself wondering if she might be facing a fellow mercenary. The thought appealed to her. 

She tilted her muzzle to regard Arric. It didn't seem like she was needed- but she didn't mind lending her presence simply as a display of the pack's devotion to maintaining its borders, and harbouring giants in their midst.