Moonspear trigger finger
All Welcome  April 16, 2019, 12:04 AM
Lone Wolves

Departing from the coast was different, this time. She felt the weight of the distance in her bones in a way that she usually didn't; the swarthy woman chalked it up to having no plans to return. Not for the near future, at least. Eventually, she would go back and find Coelacanth, but the whens and the hows of that plan were still in the works.

For now, she was happy enough to be wandering the wilds, and heading toward Moonspear to boot. She wanted to check in on her friend, and to see if the two had ever found their missing friends.

As she drew nearer, it grew easier and easier to navigate toward the mountain. She knew the scent of their pack, and it seemed their scouts and patrols were rather active in the area. Moorhen moved along the outer borders, assuring herself that @Jarilo was still around before tipping her head back to call for him.

Icelandic/Northern || Common || Norwegian/Fen's Tongue
April 16, 2019, 12:23 AM
Wound up, all strung up tight, he felt like he was in knots too lately as paranoia could just about run him up into the trees. He couldn't rest unless he was exhausted so lately, that was just it. He had to expend, waste it all, or he'd just struggle anyway so when the coastal wolf called out for him, he was not very far away really. Trail dropped, and marking all saved for later, he took off to go meet her--and fast, before his sisters or brothers could get there before him.

Relief brought his ears up when he spotted her, alone, and he barked out a short Moorhen, hey! when he dropped his lope down to a trot now to join up beside her route, his tail waving freely. Briefly he nudged shoulders against her, but wondered more importantly what had her here, as far inland as this and at a weird time when Moonspear's upper echelons seemed so volatile, hence his nerves about everything. Anyway, she still smelled all generally like the coast to him and he savored the unfamiliarity with ease. What's up?

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