Moonspear workin' on the night moves

She gravitated toward the familiar comfort of Alaric and Tikaani, though she caught Kindle’s signal out of the corner of her eye. Her heart did a funny little leap in her chest as she paused. Reasoning that it made sense to mingle with those she didn’t know as well as her loved ones, she glided toward him, the nightjar swaying silently on her shoulder.

His question prompted her to look toward the two leaders, a soft smile curving her lips. They began to address their gathered pack mates then. Treepie didn’t take a seat—not with Wyvern perched on her back—but she faced forward attentively. It was a little strange to be part of the audience rather than standing at the head of the village, though she found no fault in their unifying message.

When Katmai brought up traditions, Pie looked over at Alaric and her sister. Tiki returned her gaze, a quietly panicked look in her eye. Excusing herself in a whisper to Kindle, she stepped to the other she-wolf’s side and nudged her cheek. From just behind her head, Wyvern made a soft chortling noise that Tiuttuk supposed was meant to be comforting.