Ocean's Breath Plateau Whatever happened to my Transylvania Twist?

At Towhee's snort a glimmer reached Heph's eye at the chance of humor. Ears flickering a short laugh escaped her. "Celestial would sound more pretentious." It amazed her to see allies spread around, but she was glad of it. She wondered, sometimes, if there was an upper limit to how this many wolves could remain at least somewhat known to one another but that was part of the ever-changing landscape and they would traverse it as they approached.

Shaking her head easily she replied readily. "Of course, you're welcome here and if you'd like help hunting down anyone in particular let me know. We can chat on the way to where I think they're gathering." The suggestive lilt of her eyes made Heph bark out a laugh as much as it caused her ears to swivel in a hint of uncertainty. Phox had aided them on the hunt and they had crossed paths a few times. Admiring and appreciating his skill came easily, and his solid manner and willingness to joke hinted at someone she whose company she would enjoy with or without the buffer of another. But it had been harder to find time between the two of them beyond brief encounters to feel how conversation might flow there or even to discuss more practical concerns. Her mouth twisted up into a sly smile. "Well I'd always welcome gossip of Phox, although I'd wager you have more recent news than me." She had not expected him to remain with Moontide indefinitely, but she was not sure when and where their paths would cross again. If it came to she supposed she could always hunt him down, hopefully that would be seen as only somewhat forward rather than of the stalker variety.