Firefly Glen tough love

Dwin had sensed that Maia had her reservations about the Moonpacks, but there had not been an occasion to ask, why it was so. Had it been of great importance, the young Blackthorn felt sure that Brecheliant would know all of the facts, but in the absence of them they could simply hold a neutral attitude. That balance had been upset few weeks ago, when of their own had attacked a child of theirs. Ever since the incident there had been no sightings of Anathema and there had been no news from the pack that the victim belonged to either. Which was good in a way, because - surely - had he died, Alaric would be howling his head off at Brecheliant's doorstep again. 

However, when she spotted a white she-wolf with the Moonspear scent thick in her coat, near a creek, where she herself had decided to take a drink, she decided to approach the other, alerting with a quiet chuff.