Hoshor Plains wind side

She listened, her eyes bright with interest as Raiyuk shared much of his home. It sounded like a lovely place, with culture and traditions different than those she grew up with. Though that may be, Bronte was a girl who often tried to keep an open mind.

Their village leader had suffered a great loss. His wife. Her eyes softened in silent apology for such a thing. She was no stranger to loss as well, though she kept it silent. 

"It sounds like a fascinating, lovely home." She smiled easily. "Perhaps I will visit come the warm months. I hope to see all the Moon villages. If I remember right, my pack, Brecheliant, is on good terms with them."

Then, their walk had all too suddenly come to it's end. They were at the outer fringes of the healer's camp. "Oh, we are here!" Bronte sent up a short little call to get their attention, so that Raiyuk could have his injury tended to swiftly. She waited until he was escorted, and with a wave of her tail and a smile, bid farewell. "It was a pleasure meeting you. I hope to see you again, in Moontide sometime! Take care of yourself." Her voice was warm, her eyes just as so. Then Bronte left to rejoin her group.