Moonspear where has thout been through

Better at covering ground lower on the mountain, and prone to frequenting the borderlands anyway, as the sun began to climb for the way, she worked her way down the slopes to do just that. Once there, naturally, the yearling picked up the mindset of her patrol and went about her business--content, and relatively undisturbed despite the snow and the cold.

She had only begun to consider sniffing out her brother's trail and seeing if he might want to join her pursuits for the rest of the morning to come, but likely, he was off on different ventures today so she staved that want of company away for now. Thankfully, way of a fresh-enough trail of someone else of the Moonspear crossed her path, and she was quick after that promise of distraction, trotting onward until she was sure this was a worthwhile venture.

Without knowing the other particularly well, nothing besides what scent told her, Opalia could only presume.. so she tried not to make it seem like she was lurking after the other. She alternated between a canter and a quick jog, and soon thought she could see the stranger. And, had she heard a voice? She thought she had only scented one wolf.. but who knew; Opalia wasn't familiar enough with what was considered typical to know better.

Tilting her head curiously, and dropping down her gait to a walk, she started to close some of their distance dead-on--her attempt to find out more. Hei.. she called out lightly to test the metaphorical waters, her greeting obvious enough despite it all. She kept a neutral poise.. one that almost bordered on a hint of cautious.