Lost Creek Hollow Gateway

His ears flickered at her reply, and at the clear change in attitude. It only further piqued his interest, but with a tolerant sigh, he set that aside.

"Grayday," he replied, failing to supply a surname - the concept was still somewhat strange to him. "From a few hours that way." A tip of his nose pointed to the cuesta. "And if you're heading that way, you'll want to be on the lookout for a purple-eyed bitch with black fur. She's been attacking wolves - women, mostly - and we haven't been able to track her down, yet."

He wanted to tell the woman to avoid that area entirely, but it didn't seem like his place. She seemed capable enough, but Kelina was not a threat he wanted others taking lightly, and the woman was awfully small. Too small to be alone out here, claimed his paternal insincts, which were running rampant right then, as he waited for his youngest children to be born. "Have you eaten, lately?" he asked, glancing toward Easthollow and quickly deciding that he had time for a hunt. It was too early, after all. Khoe surely wouldn't be laboring any time soon, would she?