Moonspear lawmother

She could see the wind ruffle his fur, lifting it to show layer after layer of fur, rarely allowing even a glimpse of his skin, except where the wounds marked it like riverbeds in a deep valley. She felt she was beginning to grow her winter coat, but hoped that the cool breeze here might usher it to develop more quickly, if she was to survive these gales. 

She uttered a small, lightly embarrassed laugh when he explained what the word meant, and dipped her muzzle down, nodding faintly. It was a polite way for him to point out that she was not very good at mountaineering, but she perceived no disdain in his tone. After all- being a 'land walking girl' was nothing to be ashamed of...But she hoped she might be able to shirk that name for a new one, once she had become acclimatized. A gust blew, nearly moving her to take a step forward. Her brow lifted. "Better girl on land than girl in sky," She commented, surprised by the wind's power. 

He mentioned a name for the wind- perhaps not the gust that had pushed her, but for the high, whining one that whistled over the crags. She wasn't sure what a lodge-roof was, but assumed that it perhaps meant some wolves had an above-ground lodging, that might need some repair. Concern came to her face. "Will it do much damage?" She asked. And this early in the winter season...Was this a reality they faced, that their homes would need to be constantly repaired? She had chosen for herself a den deep in the ground, made of earth and rock- and she suspected it would be fine unless an avalanche hit. 

"You are seal hunter?" She asked. "You hunt seal with...Moontide?" She asked.