Nimbus Summit six claws

He brightened a bit, although a hint of homesickness threatened his undertone with the peak in sight and thought of it all so prevalent. I know right? he smirked. Moonspear is what ours is called, he said, ours being his family, and pack, and all else that encompassed his immediate life. He could go on about all their neighboring peaks that comprised the range but held his tongue for now; those were more familiar stomping grounds to him, and Moonspear was still the centerpiece--the most notable.

But that aside, it seemed he had done well with his route last traveled, even if Kiwi probably could have gone without seeing him if their encounter was any real judge of it. So she isn't your sister, then? She said she was claiming the place, but.. actually who knows, he said, overall indifferent on the matter but happy to have been of help even knowing what little he did. Like I said I didn't bother her for too long. It seemed like a nice forest though, the yearling commented, matching with some tail waves of his own. Glad it helped.. Are you heading there soon? he asked with a long, lingering look at Clover as he went refraining from glancing further up the elevations where he thought he'd go next. Vela probably didn't need him any time soon, either, so he was looking to nose around (upwards) a little more before he went back to his littermate.