The Campsite.

Cocking her head, she looked curious.
"Oldblood honours me...One of them?"

"The shadow-god's ones. The unnamed hunter's pack. We follow their scent for many moons, but the trail was broken by the Unfurred."

She gestures to the Seekers. Her voice is quiet but seems to have a powerful quality to it, and could easily be intimidating if it was meant to be so.

"Oldblood senses many things that escape even us. She knows a dark spirit at once. Yours is clearly not such a spirit."

Impressed with this information, though also wary of what it could mean, she thinks on this for a moment.
Not for the first time, she wishes she could have followed her father's teachings more closely, but it was not her way.
Many times when the trail seems cold, the land can whisper the way.
Thinking for a moment, she looks up at Sharphowl. "Mrrrh...a spirit talker with your pack?"
Sparkeye also makes a mental note that the great wolf is female.

Trying not to flinch too openly at the angry male wolf's outburst, she looks over the birdkin curiously.
The flickering light of the campfire catches in her golden eyes.
"Mhrrrm, Sparkeye, yes. Firegaze yes." she nods. "You talk spirits, feathered one?"
While watching him she glances at Sharphowl, to the male, and then at the Eagle tribe member.

"With spirits, and... more. Soars-With-Moonlight sees much."

He turns to address the angry wolfkin.
"What question I not answer? Was distracted by... others."

[OOC - I'm going away camping so won't be able to reply for a while, I'll come back and insert posts where it is necessary.]

Sparkeye makes a note to speak with Soars-with-Moonlight later- he knew of her father.
She turns to look at where the dark wolf is pointing, towards a wise old wolfkin.
"Snowhide seen much." She agrees, with a nod.
Her gaze wanders across the others gathered nearby, and falls upon a human.
"Also hunt shadows?"

[Not sure quite how to reply.... ]

Translate it as: "What are the unfurred ones (Seekers) doing here?"

The ragged old old wolf shivers and clenches his fists.

"Much darkness gathers here. Spirits are restless."

Sparkeye listens to their conversation with interest, curious to see how the other tribes deal with such things.
Her mind wanders slightly and she wonders what her father would do.
Memories rise behind her eyes, the campfire of family, the sound of their voices, the smell of meat over the flames...
A low gurgling growl escapes her rumbling stomach.
She presses at her midriff with her hands, slightly embarrassed, and hopes no-one else noticed.

After a little while of listening to bits of conversation that float across the clearing to her keen ears, curiousity gets the better of her. Having accustomed herself to the Wolfkin present in the group, and been accepted at the fire, Sparkeye decides perhaps it is time to see what the others are doing here. They would be a good distraction, at least until sunfall.

Leaving her cloak at the fire side where she had been resting, she stands up and stretches arching her neck and shoulders, and settles into a light footed casual stroll. Approaching the group stood next to the nearest shelter, she stands about 3 strides away from them, as is polite, and waits for a break in their conversation, or for one of them to notice her.

[OOC - Dammit, I thought I'd posted here days ago..Oops...]

His intention was very clear, it was an invitation. She nodded, and took it eagerly.
Standing this close to the strangers, it was hard for her not to stare and inspect them, but she tried to keep her curious eyes on their faces, and looked each of them in the eye as she introduced herself with confidence. "Sparkeye. Swiftclaw's Den."

She wondered how the Humans would react. They seemed to be the travelling sort, and she expected them to have seen much. Herself, she had barely left her homeland, and found new fascination in each of them.
Having looked around the circle her gaze returned to the Eagle.
"Mrrw, Soars-With-Moonlight, yes hmm? Say seen me?"

She seems to consider this for a moment, and then nods.
"Seen these too, mrrh?" she asks, gesturing at the others here present. "What darkness?"

"Sunfall soon, hrmm? Then night-darkness. Not hurt before. Good for hunt." she is a little confused, but remembers that Sharphowl had mentioned something about a different kind of darkness.
"How to fight Dark ones? How to hunt them, mrrh?"

Sparkeye shrugs, and motions toward the deer over the campfire.
"I hunt good."