Snow dotted the Kisetsu lands and Moon wasn’t really all that trilled with it. He padded along in the blinding whiteness headed toward the lake. His tail twitched as he thought over the members of the tribe he had met. There was the elder and her mate who he didn’t think he would ever have to talk to for a long time. The elder’s parents were an interesting kind of mess that made him think of Raust. Moon hoped that his friend was in a better relationship than that with that brown masked fox. He still worried about his friend even after all this time. There was another deer fox in the tribe, but Moon hadn’t really sought her out or spoken to her much. He had seen her once or twice, but he picked duties that kept him busy away from most other foxes because he really didn’t’ know what to say to her. His experience seemed to boarder from very naïve foxes to super hyperactive party foxes. He just wished he had a nice normal conversation he could fall back on. If he had that kind experience maybe he would have enough confidence to try and get to know his tribe mates.
