Hushed Willows Quixote

Warbone's stoic expression softened marginally at Stark's words. "I could smell as much," he relayed without much sadness. "But the Keep has stood strong?" Appearances weren't everything, and even if things seemed fine, there could always be another story— he felt safer asking than assuming. His muzzle dropped marginally so that his eye might catch Tambourine's face as he piped up curiously. "Travelers. Wolves that stay together, but move around. They are a pack but do not have a Crook or a true home like you."

Swiveling his eye back to the reigning Marauder, Warbone asked: "Do you know if Harlyn and Mordecai ever made it to the Keep with their children? I offered them asylum, but never saw them before Sivra arrived. And where is Octavia? I assumed she might receive me."