Hoshor Plains Bright Lights, Bigger City

Hoshor Plains. The name was stowed away, Nochtli's bright eyes observing the female, watching to see if she would get aggressive, perhaps to try her intimidation tactics again. "Not much," She replied before continuing with a question more about the coyote than the pack. "Have you been with them for a while?" It was a fairly easy, respectable question.

"We are settling in a place called Frostfire Ridge, to the north next to a lone peak. Should your master decide to send a subordinate," — For she was not sure who he delegated tasks to, wolves or coyotes — "They can ask for myself at the borders and I will meet them there." Perhaps she could take the information to her Khal, perhaps it would appease him. Either way, she supplied the knowledge without being asked, for Nochtli was not a wolf to use someone and then simply discard them once she had gleaned some information out of them.