Moonspear There will come a soldier,

He could not say what he had missed, exactly, though a suspicion hung for a moment. Still, at her acknowledgement that was simple enough for him, he went a bit closer to her--watching carefully as he prowled some strides closer. She was a scent he recognized from their borders, and elsewhere on the mountain too. But, not much more than that was known to him. Maybe his siblings had mentioned knowing her, though he couldn't immediately recall, or connect, anything of great worth. So he'll forge his own.

Busy? he asked, one word just to start. He wasn't the wordiest, not without good prompting, and compared to his siblings, he was quieter most times. But, he didn't know what else to say to her just yet, not without knowing if she knew of him at all in turn. It went both ways, after all.