Moonspear he calls me

Though he'd not been here long, White Elk found himself feeling quite at home on the mountain slopes. It was different terrain than Mountain Home, but not so unfamiliar as to be alien. The scents, too, were few enough that he adjusted to them almost at once. There was the stalwart and dedicated Sovereign's scent. Over here was that of the sister of the Regent. And this was the scent of the mother and her two young boys.

White Elk followed that one, another rabbit swinging from his jaws.

He found her making the borders and paused there to watch, just for a moment. Her scars did not quite shock him, but they were certainly stark in appearance. So distracting that it was a moment before he noticed the rest of her — pale and ghoulish and unlovely. The wagging of his tail slowed before he remembered his manners.

"Hello," he barked, announcing himself. The rabbit was dropped between them to allow him to better speak. "I am White Elk — I recently joined Moonspear's ranks. I wanted to offer my services to you as a hunter and a guardian."

It was obvious she was single. White Elk had wondered, before, but here in her presence, he could detect no scent of another male. And, looking at her — well. It was easy enough to put any further questions on the matter out of his mind.

sorry Pala for this gross man