Moonspear Meet the family

"We are more or less the same, barring the obvious tragedy," he started out, thinking on the matter. Though perhaps leading up to that tragic point, peaceful was not the word that he would have quite used. His recollection of all that had gone on from his first encounter with Moonspear was everything but peaceful—there had always been some sort of tragedy, some sort of sordid tale that roped all of them into the flashing of teeth. As a relative outsider, he had watched on with remote curiosity, but now? He supposed he would have a very different reaction altogether.

"Moonspear is largely a familial pack, though I suppose that extends to you and I now as well," and in more ways than either of them would reveal or know otherwise, "and it's been in my experience only a threat draws out our teeth. We've never had to go looking for trouble." It found them, endlessly, like some bizarre family trait he hadn't even begun to try and comprehend let alone unpack for investigation.

"But it is normally quiet, I'd like to think, being remote and all."