Moonspear I will die your daughter.

Her father emerges. The moon girl had kept her promise. Eyes move from Treepie to her father stood in the entrance of a den. I came across her by chance during my search for you, makua. She smiles, bowing her head momentarily in greeting. I never imagined you would settle away from the island - it shocked me quite a bit when your scent was carried on the wind. Bullshit, she knew Hakumele hated Witch Island.

She looks back to the girl now, tail cocking to the side. You have quite the helpful packmate. The praise is offered half-heartedly, accompanied by the narrowed corners of her eyes.

I have come with a purpose, though. She says, allowing her expression to settle into something more serious. I have settled in a pack nearby, and I wished to ask for your blessing to marry there in the coming moons.

Lure him from his shell, force him to speak whether from her honey-coated words or the risk of his young packmate stood next to her.