Moonspear the day she walked away

:D :D :D ty for joining! Also, Catamaran was asked to bring a deer pelt so let's pretend he set it down unobtrusively before Alaric arrived? Whoops, there it is! Maybe the grass is a tiny bit tall sorry thank you

The news was especially grave to Catamaran after the pack meeting he'd sat through. It did not sit well with him knowing he'd very well sent her to such a place. There was no apparent danger just yet, but the bounty hunter had long lost trust in such flash-in-the-pan movements.

Alaric's attention turning to Seastorm, and Catamaran's remained half there as well even as he turned his head to look back the way they'd come, brows furrowing a fraction further in concern or consternation or both.

His distraction did not last long. He wanted to hear the answers to Alaric's questions as well, even if he could guess at the answers. Part of him worried that his prize would not behave herself in mixed company. Or, rather, that she would behave herself as well for Alaric as she did for him. It would not do for her to assault a pack leader on his own borders, but Catamaran has brought her to this place and stood her in front of him without much room for recourse. She would, he supposed, either die here for her viciousness or die somewhere else for lack of this healer's help. There was no ending, however, where she was somehow better off for having skipped this visit.

A pale female arrived before they'd delved into conversation — not that they'd been in danger of any such thing. Not that Catamaran offered anything nearing conversation even now.

"We came from her woods," the bounty hunter replied, choosing not to invoke the pack's name, for the moment. It felt too much like claiming it, and in truth, Catamaran was eager to put distance between himself and the moon worshippers. He hoped that these moon wolves were just a little less devout.

He set a paw on the rolled deer hide he'd totally brought a long and had all this time.

"She sent this," he added, pushing it a fraction closer to the female. He knew she must be Sialuk, but Catamaran refrained from invoking that name, too. "And she gave us leave to seek a healer, here."

It was natural to defer to a female rather than a male, but Catamaran remembered to bow his head subtly in Alaric's direction as he went on —

"I can feed both of us — and the pack, too. I'll do whatever I can to help. If you can help her." He figured there was one name he could drop, even if he was not sure how much it would help: "Kinusi said that this is a place of great medicines."

Or something like that.