Hoshor Plains I have no time for confession

She ground gently to a halt, eyes curious as they roved over the stranger. She had pale, unkempt fur that didn’t quite hide a plethora of scars. One of her ears didn’t stand upright. Pie thought she looked a little like she’d come out the wrong end of a fight. But her emerald eyes shone brightly and she seemed healthy, perhaps even a little on the heavy side.

Tiuttuk turned her head and raised a paw to point at Moonspear as she replied, I’ve come from that mountain. It’s called Moonspear, before facing forward again and continuing, I wanted to see if these mountains were much different than ours. I’m Tiuttuk Ostrega.

She gave the woman a questioning look, inviting her to offer her own introduction. Pie wondered if she lived somewhere around here. She knew nearly nothing about packs outside of the Moon villages. Perhaps she might learn something newsworthy today and take word back to her anaa.