Redtail Rise crocus

The scent of Redtail Rise and Wealda was on him now, but undertones of his travels across the flatlands and Sunspire range still clung to his furs. Most notable, however, was the absence of any kin scent. This led Moon Runner to believe he had been a lone wolf for quite some time.

Now, she had knowledge of his physical body and travels… but what of his character?

As a creature fluent in wildspeak, it was evident to Moon Runner that Scar was an unpracticed linguist. Perhaps this was because of his solitary time…. Or, perhaps, he was the product of an atypical upbringing. Unsocialized and unexposed.

Moon Runner did not judge him for this. Others had come before Scar in the same way, though perhaps not quite so stunted.

When his eyes lingered a moment too long, Moon Runner took the opportunity to educate him. Her body became stiff as their gaze connected. She served him a hard side-eye as her tail wagged stiffly. Then, she abruptly broke the tension with a play bow to show him contrast as she looked past him, over the shoulder.

Eye contact is conflict, the spirit said. Let’s play instead.