Moonspear You make wine from sour grapes

The alpha had arrived, and Maude shushed Arrille, even though he had snapped his jaws shut at the sight of the wolf. The man looked nothing like Kjalarr, but she had never met his father — outside of his skull of course — or his mother, so she could not say for certain. Though, that was assuming all of Kjalarr's family were automatic leaders.

Maude smiled her trademarked crooked, slightly rotten smile, bowing her head and flattening her ears. Ahoy, Cap'n — er. Alpha, sir. she still wasn't good at joining these inland packs. Me name's Maude, and he's Arrille. We're in search fer lodgings, but most importantly, we're lookin' fer a wolf named Kjalarr.