Hoshor Plains Footprints on Frost

His laughter was rich and warm in her ears, a huff of a chuckle through her lips as she leaned, a slight press of shoulders as she leaned. "Only at nighttime when you're being romantic." Admittedly she had not known what to expect first stargazing but the time had passed gently and easily, heart pounding but not uncomfortably.

A tuck of her chin at his words and her ears swiveled around her head for a moment, but a grin. "Well then I'd better hope it's a success if that's what they'll be saying." In truth even if it was not she felt it had been worth the journey to see new faces and re-establish old ties.

The Moon packs were bound, not all their members, but some by ties of family so it was not far-fetched to think that there would be some whispering. She hoped that it was all in good spirit but when wolves gathered words tended to travel faster than they could react with level heads. In the distance she saw a mass of brown fur against the plains, a herd in the distance.