Big Salmon Lake voice-bearer

Of course, she knew the moonvillages. Who didn’t of those that frequented this side of the mountains? Fjall smiled, feeling proud, though a part of him understood that he shouldn’t. He had next to nothing to do with the success of the moonpeople. In fact, she probably knew more moonwolves than he. It was such an embarrassing thought!

I’m glad to know our families are tied in such a way. His tail waved. What is the name of your village? Er, pack, I mean. Most wolves called it that, anyway.

She went on to mention a bit of troubling news in regards to her last visit to Moonspear. Fjall tilted his head, studying her expression. You don’t need to speak of it, if you don’t want to, he reassured her, since the thought she was having seemed to be deep and winding. Whatever the case, Village Moonspear will be glad to see you visit, I’m certain.