Firefly Glen my damn hole.

Moonspear was still a mysterious place the huntress had yet to learn much about. If this glen was an extension of them, then what were those mountains all about? What kind of people would she be likely to meet up there? The closest Luna ever got to the place were the borders dividing these two packs -- where she lingered around quite often.

Just as the fae was about to turn tail and head back to the glen, the scent which drifted from the mountains became more...concentrated. Her dark ears perked when she turned to see a tall, oak colored woman making her way towards the glen -- just on the other side. It was not a woman Luna had seen before, and if it wasn't for the obvious fumes of MoonSpear drifting from her direction then it would've alarmed her. Still..."Moonspear, right?" the raven wanted to call out to her and confirm before assumptions were truly made.