Moonspear uvaagniq

I greet you. It was like a passcode, one which allowed the wolves of Moonglow, Moontide and Moonspear to be known to one another before any official introduction was made. She liked it, though she kept her own traditional greeting at least for the time being as a way to remember those who had raised her. 

He spoke of names she recognized, and claimed himself as a welcome presence. His scent told her very little, though he explained himself quite thoroughly. She could discern the faint, metallic scent of blood on his breath; indicative of one who hunted and ate well. 

She considered his ask, all the while knowing it was not her decision to make. She appraised him with a friendly mien, though she wondered why he didn't just hunt out in the prairies. 

"I like this trade," She said, "But I am...new? I can not grant permission." She said. His story seemed believable enough, but she felt still insecure with her place within the pack, and couldn't jeopardize that for a friendly stranger. "I am Simbelmyne...Would you like me to call for Sialuk?"