Heron Lake Plateau another five more short graybles

She knew the name of every wolf in the pack; he could recognize most of them, but honestly wasn't sure about a good chunk. The last name she gave was just a letter, and he did a small double-take with a shift of his eyes, stating: Right, can't forget X... Whoever that is. His ears fanned about a little, and he watched his sister throw about the sign like she was about to drop mad beats.