Bramblepoint the graveyard, the turnaround, it changed in you somehow

Skwol nodded his head. Luck had its claws in everything.

"Bearclaw valley?" He echoed, following Indra's gesture to the mountains behind them. He did not know the names of any of the mountains, forests, rivers or valleys in this region and made a casual note of it. Sooner or later he would have to make a decision on where to settle. "I know almost nothing about these lands," he said. "I was born a fair travel's north of here on a mountain known as the Broken Fang."

"It's new is it? The pack?" Skwol returned his gaze to Indra.