Moonstone Quarry like a stone

A Neverwinter wolf. Uh oh. Vallkyrie tried not to stiffen as the words left his inky lips. Just yesterday Mal had told her his prior experiences with the Moonspear wolves when she had mentioned forming a possible alliance with them. They had quite a harsh history when it came to anyone being anywhere near what they thought belonged to them - including children. Even by Arcturus' words it seemed that there was indeed some history between the two packs Kyr had luckily missed out on. 

Allies. Not quite at all, from what she knew and yet it seemed like the disagreements the two packs held between one another was slowly fading away due to a much larger danger at paw. Maybe they could be allies yet. I'd like to hope so. She spoke only on the manner, her long legs shifting to the side. Come along then, Arcturus. She smiles, turning herself fully now back from which she came and navigating upwards towards the slope where she had caught the scent.

Along the edges she sniffs the trail she found and juts her muzzle down one of the various thin quarry paths. I thought maybe down that way. She spoke, her ears perking at him in wonder of what he thought.