Moonspear witches brew

Of course, Tiuttuk. Our village is always welcome to you. And, now as it were, the last of the Moon villages to remain, as it was the first. 

Arrluk's legs bent, instinctively then as the bird upon her backside decided to take flight and find shelter within one of the forest's trees, no doubt. Meanwhile Arrluk lifted again, shaking the rain from his coat. 

Arrluk could not recall knowing these wolves by name as she spoke them, but did not doubt they had crossed paths at some time or another. Even if during the last great hunt and if not by name, then perhaps by scent alone. 

I am very glad for it as well. It is not as we once had, with many moon villages to call eachother as one but it is good to see the mountain lived once more. Maybe this is the start of a new Dawn. He said with a grin in reference to the pack's name.