Sequoia Coast Looking for recruits….

Heph had been refamiliarizing herself with the coast. Though she had, by now, traveled most of it up and down if only glancingly she found herself curious to go back to those places that had eluded her before. Slowly her mental map was becoming more and more complete, and even if she always returned to the Ocean's Breath Plateau of Moontide the coast itself began to feel more and more like home in its familiarity and in its entirety.

She happened upon the other wolf in solitude, the scent of a pack she had visited before clinging to her and was not sure she should approach. By the time the wolf gave her first greeting Heph had not decided, but upon the second realized that waiting was far ruder. Stepping forward her smile was soft. "Apologies, I was only caught breathless by how to respond to such a beautiful face. I was sure it must not be a wolf in the flesh and blood." The whispy hints of laughter in her words betrayed her, but she still nodded her head in greeting. "I'm Heph, of Moontide." 

She had seen the wolf, she was glad that they seemed friendly. The wolf words were touching, and caught her a little bit off guard. She smiled in return, “Thank you,” she said grateful, “nice to meet you Heph, I trust all is well in Moontide?” 
Engaging in friendly conversation was a specialty, “I am Greyfalcon of Gyrfalcons keep, but you may call me Gyr.”