Wapun Meadow Sun and the moon

She regarded him with her usual suspicion as he spoke, not quite willing to take him at his word. His body language registered no threat so she relaxed about as much as she could in the presence of a stranger. If anything, he might prove to be a valuable recruit. He certainly had the size, but she was still unsure whether he had the right mentality to fit in with her mountain pack. My pack is Diaspora, she finally answered. We claim the mountains, she added with a lift of her snowy muzzle to the range behind her. She did not need to ask about his pack, because it was obvious from his scent that he was lone. She wondered, though. Passing through to where? What could bring him so closed to claimed land? It just did not dawn on the northerner that maybe others weren't quite as territorial as she was.