Moonspear I never miss a beat

His rounds had swung him out wide around the mountain's base, and a little beyond at certain points. Chiefly, the sterling yearling was out on lookout and it had yielded him nothing yet for today—certainly no traces of his sister he so sought, or anything else of note to busy himself with, so he began to head back in to nose around there on a new prowl.

On his way, he came upon one of the new faces on the mountain and approached her doings far too easily, tail curled into a wag with a bit of lift. Hey, hi, he said as he trotted nearer and glanced between her and the lichen now on the ground. Though his expression scrunched with a hint of a squint at the leaf-like find, his demeanor and stance was otherwise friendly—all curious about her and her business. Pointing his muzzle towards the plant in question, he asked: Needing that for something? He was sure it probably had some use somehow, even if he had not seen it out to use right before his eyes; he'd collected a number of strange things at the order of more knowledgeable wolves, so he was open-minded and eager to find out.