Moonspear The gift from Elysium!

Keeping sharp, with all manner of recent things considered, she came from nearby when the wolf from Elysium rang out his song for the leaders. She dared Charon to show his face before her now but with or without him, it didn't matter--she moved effortlessly over her paths to meet the caller with an interested look on from the moment she spied him: a tan-colored wolf, one probably familiar from the festival her mate had taken them to if she tried long enough to recall all of them she had seen that day. Mostly, it was Lily's dark face that stuck in her mind, however.

Greetings, she chuffed to him as she finished closing in, and swung her lifted tail lightly. Ame did aim to set aside some of the tense edge she often brought lately thanks to her strife at home, even if only for now; it had little place here, hopefully. When she had most of a pause underfoot, she nodded his way and couldn't help the glance at his curious container he had presumably brought to their doorstop. Welcome. You are far from home, she guessed for scent-wise, he told a tale. What brings you? she asked.