Moonspear no wonder i was drawn to her like a moth to flame

a small dip of tzar's head is given in return of the greeting, offering a soft uh, hey. not quite sure what he was supposed to return with to 'peace be'. nevertheless, tzar takes it as a good thing: that this meeting was peaceful. which was good. he'd taken a chance approaching a pack he knew nothing about. no doubt when his mother found out, he'd be hearing about it ( or reading about it, rather ).

still, it had been a calculated risk and one that tzar was willing to take if it meant the safe return of his young uncle.

dawnspear. tzar tucks the name away.

my uncle peregrine, he says, not beating 'round the bush. he's uh very small and round and squeaks. i don't even know if he can hear or anything yet. you didn't see anyone with a young pup like that have you?