Dragoncrest Cliffs You had your maps drawn

It wasn’t long before Hvitserk was joined by another, a chuff that sounded from behind him bringing the boy to a stop. Slowly, he turned his head to peer over his shoulder at the other wolf—pale, save for the buff socks that he wore. Although Heda had not given him a description of the other Branwoda, he suspected that the boy before him now was it. Turning around fully, he thought over the question presented, as well as how he might answer. Although he wasn’t new to the pack—he’d been born into their ranks—he was new to the location, their original home long since left behind. With a nod of his head, he decided to answer based on the locations.

Whilst his identity had been assumed, the need for confirmation had him then thrusting his muzzle towards Arrille, pointing him out. In return, he did—and likely would—not offer his own name, remaining as silent as usual.