Moonspear Wind Blows Hard, but it doesn't matter

She felt a twinge of relief when he said he already knew. Treepie sucked in a big breath, though she didn’t trust her voice for a moment. They moved in silent tandem, Pie deep in thought for a moment. She had nothing to say on the topic of wanderlust—we don’t know her—but she had a lot of thoughts about the Moon villages.

Maybe the packs should come together, she posited slowly. I don’t just mean to commemorate them. I mean… She paused, as if considering something, and decided to speak as plainly and precisely as she could. The packs should merge. They should come here and live on the mountain with us, get a fresh start.

It was just a thought—well, more of an opinion—but she looked to Alaric again, searching his face. Was it a propesterous notion? Trying to decide on leadership might cause issues, though Tiuttuk liked to think they could all come to an agreement. Alaric could become Regent alongside her, if Arrluk and Ajei wanted to rule. The thought actually pleased her, though she had no idea what he might think.