Moonspear he calls me

She turned her head at the sound of a bark. A young man, a stranger, but he smelled like Moonspear nonetheless. Pala thought that he seemed to quite like himself from that gait and how easily he offered his supposed services. Only staring for the moment, she lowered herself back to the ground.

Pala. She responded, offering her own name. Why offer me your services? With her question she could not help but quirk a brow. There were surely better things to be doing, but she knew it was more than likely her own paranoia. Maybe he was only trying to be kind.

Despite this, she glanced back to her ulaq. Ludo was off with another adult, but Ignace was still inside.