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Heph laughed, though she was glad to receive compliments, especially from someone pleasing to the eye and ear she still wished to tease and use her words to push back a bit. "You'll turn my head with flattery like that." Although to be fair while she would do her utmost to protect any wolf of Moontide she knew that her skills in that department were not where her strengths lay. "I'll confess I'm more of a hunter than a fighter." A bit of lilt to her words gave them a lightness that the choice of them did not lend themselves to as much.

But having spoken on Moontide she found herself curious about the pack this wolf hailed from and wondered how he would speak of it. "It is, how is Moonspear like?" He spoke as if he knew of new life in Moonspear as well and she wondered if they too had a litter or more that they were expecting. A place with many small mouths to feed would need strong hunters and her own gaze flicked over him, in admiration as well as assessment.