She and Kutcha had been playing their own special game when cousin Rhaegal had found them in the clearing. It was a sort of keep away game, in which Kutcha tried to reclaim his feather from Moonfeather's fur, and she in turn tried to take another from him. Both were good sports about it, and even when they had the opportunity to take the prize they sought they refrained. Her raven friend was flapping up in the air, hovering just out of reach while Moonfeather launched higher with each jump in an attempt to grab at is tail feathers. When Rhaegal called out to her, the girl fell carefree back into the snow, giving up her attempts to reach a new height in her leaps. Kutcha flapped his wings once more before careening down to the earth and settling in the snow beside the pup. Both of the youngsters had grown, Kutcha's wingspan wider and Moonfeather standing taller than when they'd first met. She turned her white heart adorned face towards her cousin with a smile, "Hello, Rhaegal!" she called in reply, watching the young prince prance around her as he spoke of the grand storytelling that was to take place that day in Glorall. Moonfeather looked to Kutcha with excitement glowing in her radiant turquoise eyes. The raven ruffled his feathers and gurgled in reply, and with a knowing grin the girl scrambled to her feet and moved towards her cousin. "We would love to."

As they set off, Moonfeather did her best to keep up with her teenage cousin. She started telling him about an adventure she and Kutcha had been on earlier in winter, because her shorter legs just couldn't keep up with him as he hurried to the south. Clearly Rhaegal was excited to get there, because he didn't realize at first that he was slowly leaving his younger cousin behind in the wake of hs long strides. Rather that complain, she just pushed harder, trying to step in his paw prints so that she could hurry along and keep up with him. Kutcha soared over head, and seeing the girl's struggle flew ahead and planted a rather hard peck on the older boy's head to remind him he was not alone. Moonfeather smiled up at him as she caught up, not in the least bit upset with him and only grateful that he wanted to hear the rest of her story.

Trusting in Rhaegal to keep her safe, she followed him across the borders and into Glorall. Turquoise eyes were constantly seeking each new thing that revealed itself to her, from the soil that gave way to sand, to the different species of trees and bushes that grew here. Everything was so different here, and she was mystified and enraptured by it. All her short life she had basked in the glorious beauty of the mountains, but it would seem that the world had so very much more beauty to offer her. It was only when Rhaegal nudged her shoulder that she noticed the other wolves present and her eyes grew even wider in wonderment. She looked up and around for Kutcha, finding that the raven had perched atop a nearby bush to watch from a distance, and she smiled at him before making her way into the small gathering of youngsters and adults alike. Rhaegal had already settled off to the side, closer to Sorcha who the young girl recognized from descriptions given to her in the past. It was then that a dark hued boy came over to her after having greeted her cousin and she smiled at him, happy to be so welcomed into his home. "Hello, I'm Moonfeather. Rhaegal is my cousin. What's your name?" Her tail waved back and forth and her heart swelled as she looked around at the others, hoping to meet each and every one of them before the day was over.

But before she could introduce herself to anyone else Sorcha was beginning her story, and unsure where to sit she looked towards Rhaegal. But her cousin's gaze was alread fixated upon Sorcha and so she turned back to the boy who had greeted her, moving to sit near him and the white girl with the flopped ear. She leaned forward just as Sorcha began to tell her tale, smiling at the other girl. "Hi there, I'm Moonfeather," she whispered. She then turned her attention to the mountain's Bard, listening to each detail of the fable she told. Her head tilted to the side at Peter's dismay at having been turned into a moose. What a wonderful experience such a thing would be! Why ever would he be so upset about such a thing? Moonfeather would love to trade places with the mountain goats that nimbly climbed within the jagged heights of the mountains, but maybe only for a day. Her eyes glanced momentarily towards Kutcha, thinking it would be a treat to trade places with him for a day, to soar above the treetops and see the world from his perspective. But then she was sucked back into the story and her features fell as Sorcha spoke of the young calf who lost her mother. On cue, she gasped just as Sorcha gave pause in her story.

When Thor launched forward to play with the others, Moonfeather looked over to Samia, her eyes wide. Who could possibly think of play at a time like this, with the young moose girl's life hanging in the balance?