Redhawk Caldera winds from the southwest

Fox quirked a brow at that. How could a wolf pack not be social? It was in their very nature to be as much, and anything else was... well, like trying to explain color to somebody who'd been blind since birth. It just didn't make any sense to Fox, and she gave Sebastian a pointed look. A nearby pack, Blackfeather Woods, came up in conversation, and Fox tipped her ears forward at this. There had been a time when she would have jumped at the opportunity to stir shit up, but with her children now in this world, she couldn't take such risks. It seemed Peregrine had already covered that ground, though, and Sebastian seemed to have taken it to heart.

"If your pack wasn't 'like this,' what was it like?" Fox asked. The question of how a pack could not be social swirled around in her thoughts again. Even Swiftcurrent Creek had been social, and lords knew it had been dysfunctional for quite some time. It had always had its core members, though, and they had been close knit when they had been together. In fact, the one time Fox had felt that she didn't fit in—Blacktail Deer Plateau—she'd high-tailed it out of there as quickly as possible.