Moonshadow

Moonshadow walks in, looking behind her for Risk.

Risk

The blackish wolf walks out from behind a rock on Moonshadow’s right side. She stops not far from Moonshadow. ' I keep up just fine.' She smiles. Yellow eyes look over thy lands in fount of her. 'These lands are well traveled on. They are pretty too.' She looks to Moonshadow. 'You rule these lands, or am I mistaken?'

Pirqua

The Peregrine Falcon glides lightly on the wind and alights on a bare branch of a dead tree. With her piercing yellow eyes, she studies Risk silently. She must be a new member of the pack.

Moonshadow

Moonshadow nods.
"My mate, Rove, and I rule these lands."

Risk

She nods 'A fine job you two are doing too.' She looks around. 'Thy must excuse me I must look around thy lands.' With that she trots off exploring.