Moonsong Glacier Songs We Don't Hear on the Mountain

The freindly greeting soothed the pinprick of worryi n him. Even when travelling abroad he had not felt nervous in the presence of others and yet there was a tiredness that fell over him, like a fog cloud when he tried to speak. His own tail wagged low and he tipped his head. "Peace and well met." He did not know the wolf but he had heard of Morningsong and knew that it was no longer led by his sistraa.

Realizing he had not introduced himself he added. "I'm Massaraq of Moonglow and I thought to visit and bring these as a gift." He shifted his front paws to display the antlers, swinging them off his shoulders so they were upright.  At the question he was about to deny, but a rumble of his stomach gave him away. "Errr....Yes. But I haven't brought anything but my skills to trade." He offered, though he knew that his hunting may not be worth the food, perhaps he could help them with something else.