Moonspear In all my years of living

She gave him a curious look when he answered. Here in Moonspear, many young wolves dispersed far before they reached adulthood. Pie rather preferred Hakumele’s custom though. Her eyes dropped to her paws as she thought of all the youngsters who’d disappeared from the village, many much too soon.

His next query brought her gaze upward again as she posited, It’s mostly smaller game, except for mountain goats. She thought it went without saying that such prey was too much for the two of them. I know where we can find some peekers. At least, that’s what I think they’re called. They look kind of like a mix between a mouse and a rabbit.

He was older. Perhaps he’d seen one before, even if he hadn’t had an occasion to hunt in mountainous terrain. Either way, Treepie began leading them past the line where the trees began to thin. There were many boulder fields up here. She picked the least fraught of them and approached with ears pricked and nose wriggling.