Moonspear To Forgotten Lands

He was greeted with warmth, and it eased him. Moonspear, for as grand as it was in size and height, rivalled the size of other packs as well, and it was easy to feel misplaced among the myriad of faces. His icy gaze swept over the woman, pleased to see her in good health—and he felt a smile play at the corner of his lips. “Elentari,” he offered in turn, muzzle dipping to a light nod of greeting. “I’m well—and you?”

Again, he noticed how striking she was—and idly, he wondered if he was about to lose the affections of his paramour to the beauty before him.

Or, if he would be included in them.

“You seemed busy. Anything I can help with?” A task—something to do. With that, perhaps he could ease his mind.