She had been moved from the healer to the jack of all trades. It honestly fitted her much better than her previous rank. While she loved healing and taking care of others, her build and Mountainborn lineage in general made her quite the warrior in build. She was built like her great grandparents mostly, and was large even for a female. Always she had been a little confused on what she should be, so she was everything now. She patrolled the borders, help tend to some wounds and when needed could be a little extra muscle on the side or even diplomatic. She was probably best at patching wounds, but everything else came along naturally with her blood and instincts. While checking the borders of her mountain home though she had come across a scent of a child straying. Her ears flicked back, and while she wasn’t very close to Panik and her children, and knew they were only temporary members of the mountainlands their family too would always be welcomed and belonged. It wasn’t just that though, Moonstone also was a mother of three wandering and sometimes overly rambunctious pups that went a little over their heads. They didn’t know it, but she was always on top of where they were best she could be.

So it was with that motherlike worry that she followed the trail. She knew things had been shifting all across Moladion, that recently two packs had fallen to darker natured wolves meaning more of the same would be out flaunting themselves a bit more commonly. Even if she wanted an adventure the mothering side of her would let the girl go, just so long as Moonstone could watch even if it was at a distance. She could hear the girl or something, splashing in the river not far away now. Moonstone, perhaps mistakenly slowed down her pace when she heard the sudden influx of sound. Suddenly her large form was propelling quickly closing the distance until she came upon the riverbank ears back seeing the large male hovering around her.

”She’s not alone.” Her deeper feminine voice called out, her bright moonstone-like eyes narrowed upon him. ”And I would ask that you step away from her if you know what's good for you, Stranger.” The mountain wolfess, continued. She didn’t snarl, didn’t otherwise do anything else. She was large, her presence commanding and she stood tall. She was of the old blood, after all, a fighter and warrior and to make his matter worse, also a healer. So not only did she think she could kick his tail back to wherever it came from she could do it with deadly precision. She wasn’t sure if it would come to that, but she would, she had no qualms about hurting someone to protect a child. It just boiled her motherly instincts all the more.

Her nose twitched though as she stared the inky colored wolf down though. He wasn’t of Iromar, he wasn’t of anywhere to make it worse. He was just a loner, and not even from here. Her tail twitched though waiting for an answer from him, or a move, anything that might show she herself would need to make a move.