Ocean's Breath Plateau She says that love is for fools that fall behind

Heph was returning from the plains, she had found it a verdant hunting ground chalked full of its own secrets and had enjoyed chasing the young fawns that she could stumble across as long as she could. She felt that it was important to have a mental map of the areas surrounding Moontide both for its own defense and because they were often places she needed to travel through to go further afield. So the chasing and running and hunting was enjoyable as well as productive. Usually this activity bore no fruit, but she had been lucky and found a fawn that must have escaped the clutched of another predator only to fall to her own jaws and after dragging it back to Moontide and caching most of it she had set to preparing the fur which would not be ready for another day or so and also dragging a good chunk of the meat to find a place to settle and eat. She had begun scoping out den sites and found a few promising ones, but had not settled on anything.

Her jaunty pace through familiar land slowed abruptly when she recognized a wolf. She appeared to be near a den of sorts as well as showing signs of pregnancy. Approaching Heph wagged her tail setting down the meat and greeting her. "Hello! I'll admit I can't forget such a pretty face, but I don't think we've met before. I'm Heph." She introduced herself, unsure if the other wolf would remember her, but she thought she smelled enough like Moontide that she hopefully would not come off as a complete intruder. There was a playful smile across her features, something lightly teasing but bright.