Moonstone Quarry ^____________________________^

Grief pitted in her stomach at the news of the Moonwoman’s passing, growing a little heavier as Treepie revealed her grandfather had followed suit; the fact that Tikaani and Treepie were siblings had landed but was tucked away . 

A soft oh left her lips, words she wanted to say washed away with a rocky breath. Her head canted, eyes softening, wondering if Kukutux was reunited with Callyope, or at the very least, watching over wherever she might be.

When her composure finally, she had wanted to extend her condolences, but it seemed Treepie was ready to move on, inquiring more about her pack.

Throat clearing, she straightened. Well, from what I understand, the pack had been full of warriors and hunters. Now? We are in the midst of rebuilding, both our bonds to one other and our new life here in the Quarry. 
 
I’m afraid there is not much to tell beyond that, but that will soon change. She shrugged, a laugh escaping her, That’s my hope, anyway. I am glad you are here, though—I’ve yet to meet many other faces, especially those from neighboring packs. 

She bobbed her nose in Treepie’s direction, her eyebrow quirking. If you’d like and have the time, why don’t you come in to see the Quarry for yourself? We do not bite, unless you do first. A wink punctuated her sentence, her smile crinkling her eyes. 

Solharr could join us; I think he would have better answers for you. Her tail wagged as she paused for the woman’s answer.