Neverwinter Forest vi. not too cold,

Heph murmured in response, "well the night holds the stars." She was unsure why this stranger might expect any sort of particular reaction, either happiness or sorrow or anger, from Moonglow and felt she was somewhat behind on a part of the conversation. But her attention quickly shifted she recognized that name. "Lótë, Lótë..." Her voice rolled the name around trying to place it.

She replied more out of habit than anything else to the question of her name "Heph, of Moontide." Perhaps this wolf would know of Moontide perhaps not, but she did not qualify the statement. Moontide owed its founding to Moonglow but she felt her connection to Moontide more strongly, perhaps because she had never been a part of Moonglow herself like some of their other members.

Her voice was hesitant but held an excitement to it that did not lend itself to softness. She was unsure if she was remembering correctly or even the likelihood of it all but she was curious. "Do you know a wolf named Callyope? White pelt and splashes of sunrise on her face?" She described the other wolf as best she could but it had been some time, details like her scent and the color of her eyes escaped her, perhaps the general would do.