Neverwinter Forest living like we're renegades

Sidonie's ears cupped forward with interest she couldn't disguise as the cinnamon-duested stranger spoke of seaside packs.  She extracted his directions and stored them away for future use; the tang of sea salt barely penetrated this far inland so she had known she was somewhat near, but not how close.  Still, she wasn't entirely sure she intended to live so close to the ocean as to be at its doorstep; she was more a creature of mountain cliffs and rolling foothills, caverns and creeks.

So she asked, "other packs? What of your own?" Her brow arched as she again tried to carefully pull from him the information that he clearly guarded closely. She valued those who knew better than to sre their nature to just anyone.  Sleepy Summit had been too chummy with its neighbors; in her experience, more secluded packs were stronger, more tightly knit.