Honeyed Pasture strawberry

He seemed to find the sisterpack names amusing; his laughter was unexpected, but she didn't perceive it as being unkind. "Yes," She said. "Allies, family," She explained, knowing it would do no harm to confess such a thing to a stranger. He would likely be better off with the knowledge- that way, he would know that the wolves from those packs were strong, together. 

His flattery worked, and earned him a smile and a fluttering of her lashes. Coquettishly, she grinned. "Yours is pretty too," Half in jest, though she did like the sound of his name. Her smile faded, though, when he asked about her own pack status, and she felt her confidence falter. 

"I- was," She said. But she had left them; she had found no bosom friend on Moonspear, and the mountain itself had been no friendlier to her, either. "I left Moonspear...Searching for Moontide, now," She said. "I know one who lives there, I- but I...Do not know the way." While she wasn't lost- she could always find her way to Moonglow or Moonsong and get instructions from there. But the idea of retreating to Moonspear, the great and icy monolith, did not attract her.