Moonsong Glacier now that we don’t talk

Instead of quail, Ariadne found a Towhee Jr. She paused, standing tall and ears cupping forward as she listened to the strange noise the wolf made—it was unlike any sound she’d heard before.

This woman greets you, she greeted, gaze briefly flitting to Ghost. Welcome to village Moonsong—is there something I can help you with? She sniffed, noticing the absence of a packscent upon the adolescent.