Shadowwyn Moor so it's cautiously into the dark

He showed no reluctance when the frost-furred woman directed her path toward him, her frame illuminated by the moonlight. With so few words spoken during travel, he'd accepted the presence of new packmates with silent acceptance, and a friendly mien. If Sun Eater bid them welcome, then so be it; the Chieftan's word was law now, and Ridgeback thrived in a structured environment. 

Move. Hunt. Eat. 
Move. Hunt. Eat. 

But quiet times like this allowed for socialization, key for their ability to hunt together. Ice Diver was familiar with this woman already, and the mention of her scent brought a smile to his face. Happily. He responded. After all, it was with pride that he could speak of his wife though their life now was much more different than he'd ever imagined. Ridgeback. He said. I am Ice Diver's husband. Not just a Saatsine man after all. I was hoping we'd get the chance to meet, though, now that we'll be here for a bit. Until the herds moved again, anyway. You are? he asked, unsure if he had caught her name properly.