Hoshor Plains Before the Bugle

Heph listened with a smile, that curved and revealed a flash of playful teeth at the other wolf's willingness to play along. "Just a set of silver moon eyes." She said, a tremble of laughter escaping her as well. But her ears were keen when the other wolf asked, it seemed as if she belonged to no pack and had not been invited after all. Heph had invited each pack and pair who had come with information on location, time, and activity, if they had passed that on naturally a wolf would know. But they were not on Moontide's land and she was easy in the presence of the stranger. "Lola." She spoke, an edge of laughter, perhaps a bit less playful for she was surprised at the wolf's closeness. And though she enjoyed the game, and the light did not leave her eyes she unconsciously used the shakes of laughter to put some more space between them once again. For though the brown-eyed wolf did not know it yet, as lovely as she found the lilt of the interlocutor's voice and pretty as her silver eyes and night black snow white face these recent days she found herself preferring eyes like autumn leaves and the familiar rumble through the silence of many steps walked in tandem.

But some information was more easily shared than others. "Wolves from Moontide, Moonspear, Moonsong, Moonglow, Sunmote Copse, Sappique, Brecheliant, and Hearthwood gather here to hunt bison. When the hunt is over some will stay to tan the hides and package what they will bring back to their packs before returning back to their territories." She said, speaking each pack's name. "Where are you from?" The wolf had mentioned being new to the area and Heph was ever-curious about new places to travel.