Silverlight Terrace it's my power outfit.

"Moonspear..." Poe repeated softly to herself as she looked back at the tall peak that reached up to pierce the sky. It did seem aptly named, she considered as she nodded in silent approval. Her ears swiveled to attention as he continued to describe the lands to the South of his home - valleys, mountains, rivers. It was all fairly standard, and not likely to hold any copse of willows. It seemed her path truly was to the East. And it was definitely a trip for another day.

Speaking of which. "Nah, this one is self-imposed," Poe said with a grin, "I'm new to the pack and I already warned them that I won't be able to stick around too long. I want to head back home in the Spring to let my mom know how my search for the willows and my brothers went. Hopefully by then I'll have something to tell her. But anyway, I was upfront about all that with the Redhawks when I joined and I don't want them to think I up and bailed on them before I'd planned." She just wasn't the kind to do something like that, plus the pack had been good to her so far, and she was good to those who were good to her. And, let's be honest, to everyone else as well.