Lake Rodney i will not be commanded.

it occurs to praimfaya that, perhaps, she should be weary — for while he is moonspearian he is still a stranger — and she is cautious, perhaps, as she is meeting any new wolf she is not precisely weary. moonspear and roangeda share a common enemy and for now that is more than enough to warrant an alliance. when war came she finds herself glad to know that roankru would not stand alone. aside from that, she'd never been a shy nor unsociable creature.

praimfaya takes note of the sweep of his ears in recognition, a small nod of appreciation and a respectful return of her own acknowledgment of him given. she doesn't respond to his statement, though, assuming it is rhetorical more than anything else. arcturus, he introduces himself as. i am praimfaya, she responds with her own name in return.

what brings you this way, arcturus of moonspear? she inquires conversely, wondering idly if there was a reason or if he, like her, was hoping that lake rodney might attract any returning herd(s).