𝔐𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔚𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯

As the traveler continues their journey through the territory, they come across a she-wolf with a striking coat of white, grey, and yellowish fur. She's lounging near a shaded grove, her gaze fixed on a nearby group of pups playing in the distance. A barn owl perches on a low branch beside her, its large eyes following the traveler's every move.

"Hey, you!" the she-wolf calls out, her voice loud and brimming with energy. "You must be the traveler everyone's been buzzing about! Name's Moon Watcher, and this here's Hoot," she adds, nodding toward the owl, who gives a soft, almost indifferent hoot in response.

Without waiting for a reply, Moon Watcher leaps to her paws and trots over, the owl taking off and landing smoothly on her back. "You're in luck! I was just about to check on the little ones. Want to come with? They're a handful, but they're cute enough to make up for it."

She doesn't give the traveler much of a choice, already leading the way toward a clearing where the pups are tumbling over each other in play. "I'm the best pupsitter in the pack, you know," Moon Watcher continues, her voice a mix of pride and obnoxious enthusiasm. "Falcon Stalk might have her birds and spirits, but I've got the future of the pack right here under my watchful eye. And Hoot here, he's the best lookout you could ask for!"

The barn owl ruffles its feathers, clearly accustomed to Moon Watcher's constant chatter. As they approach the pups, she grins widely. "Come on, you'll love 'em! They're a lively bunch, always up to something. And if you're lucky, they might just tire you out instead of the other way around."