Moonspear the devil at your door

skippable unless directly interacted with

There was a howl, a stranger—then a cry of foreign sounds. Yama’s ears perked with curiosity, an interest in the ongoings that she knew not how to properly express. Then came another howl, the pack being summoned, and she wondered how best to react. Tentatively, she followed the sound of the calling, each step more cautious than the last as she found herself creeping closer and closer yet to the outskirts of the territory; last time she left her homeland was the first time she tasted the blood of another wolf, an event she was still trying to come to terms with. But she could not turn tail and run, despite how desperately she wanted to. So rather than that, she hung back, stalking after Dirge and his children, gaze frantic and searching.