Moonspear run away

Not long after bumping into Arrluk, Pie still felt rather sociable. The weather had improved a bit too, the rain petering off midday and the clouds beginning to clear shortly thereafter. The world was still quite wet, though, which intensified all the smells in the air. One—rather, a blend—caught her attention and drew her forward, nostalgia building in her breast. The herbal scents made her think of her anaa.

She found herself approaching a lair tucked among the rocks. Her yellow eyes skirted over its entrance before focusing on the figure darting in and out of it. She even looked like Sialuk somewhat, though she was a good deal taller and stockier. Her fur was a few shades… Treepie hated to think dirtier, though it was apt.

Her nose twitched as she stepped forward and offered, Greetings. Are you one of Katmai’s recruits? She paused for a beat before adding, I’m Treepie.