Sawtooth Spire [m] Fled and Regained

I'll try to prioritize this so I don't hold up the puppy designing/adopting process <3

He chuffed lightly at the sound of her name. It sounded almost ironic- after all, the moon was one of the brightest bodies in the night sky, and could be seen even during the daytime. He realized at that point that he'd never wondered if the moon even cast a shadow- and wondered now what it might look like, if it did. 

He was over-thinking, of course. His brain was swimming, at the moment, with thoughts. 

"Blackfeather Woods?" He'd never heard of it before. The concept of having names for every woods, lake, and field was something he'd never really thought was very important. "Dunno where that is, sorry," He said. "I live over that way," He said, gesturing with a deft flick of his muzzle. The pack had a name, of course- but he wasn't sure if the territory was named. He also wasn't entirely sure if he should be telling her exactly where he lived anyway- not wanting to cause conflict with the leader who had also taken to him in her time of need. "Are you in a pack then?" he asked, redundantly.