Kintla Flatlands Longobardi lion

Dwin did not have a chance to read the local newsfeed for too long, because she was greeted by one of the members of the message board. She stood still and kept her body language neutral, while her gaze traced the other's frame, looking for any signs of aggressive or defensive behaviour. None showed, Dwin eased up a little, but not too much, because there were stories of people, who played nice, until you were within their clutches to become their lunch. 

"Dwin from Brecheliant," she returned the greeting with a polite dip of her muzzle. The name of the pack was new, but then she had not been in this area for many months and therefore not aware of many comings and goings in the world. "I and my sister are travelling currently, collecting pack histories and stories," she explained. "Your pack's name suggest that you are not one of the Moon-pack clan, are you?" she asked.