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

After a small hesitation, Tiuttuk decided to approach. She tried to strike the balance between cordiality and authority. The latter didn’t suit her very well yet, though she reminded herself that Moonspear belonged, in part, to her. Her anaa was its ruler. Although she didn’t presume herself as some sort of heir, Pie liked to think her fealty to Sialuk and the mount meant something.

She closed the distance to within perhaps two yards, holding her head and tail steady but not arched. Her yellow eyes fixed on the strange male, noting his tall build and pale coat. Treepie acquainted herself properly with his scent, which told her myriad things about the state of his health. But it was his inquiry that really captured her interest.

It’s one of the Moon villages, Pie replied, returning his grin. It’s called Moonspear. Moonglow’s that way, she said, motioning with a flick of her snout. She paused, recalling the rumored dissolution of the others, before sharing, We’re a family-based pack. I was born here, as was anang before me. We’ve been here for generations. I’ve never known anything other than the mountain life.