Moonspear Are you a parking ticket? Because you’ve got “fine” written all over you.

Patrols were not in Treepie’s wheelhouse, though she decided that both ambassador- and guardianship fell under the purview of a leader. Since she wanted to prove her eligibility as such, the young she-wolf made a point to check the perimeters at least once every other day. She could perform a visual inspection from on high, though today she deliberately strode along the foot of the mount to refresh the scent markings after a fresh snowfall.

Pie walked in the mountain’s shadow, which stretched further and further eastward as the day crawled toward a close. Soon the glen was plunged into shadows, which made the pale silhouette of a stranger stand out in sharp relief. Tiuttuk’s eyes skated over him once before catching herself and cutting back. She stared at the stranger as her feet slowed, stopped.

Greetings! she called out, a more casual rendition of Sialuk’s formal salutations. Can I help you with something?