Razorback Ridge nine names

He wasn't an expert on the Plains wolves by any means. He would not dare claim to be. But, he had interacted with a couple of them a number of times, so he had a decent understanding of their females. Sort of. One of them spoke the common tongue and was fairly easy to goad into providing information. The other did not speak a language he knew so it was a bit more difficult to converse with her. Still. If there was one thing he knew it was that their females were raised to be headstrong and often trained to be warriors. He could only assume what that meant for their males.

"A couple of them," he confirmed. "They are trained in fighting and poisons. I watched one of them try to sneak a laced rabbit into the heart of another pack." He did not mention that pack was the one he was a part of. He'd erased all scent of the Spine when he'd traveled this way and was now playing the role of a loner. He'd promised Tonravik a long time ago that none would learn of their home when he ventured out and the same was just as true now.

"I would be careful with them." He trusted she would take the information he supplied and apply it accordingly. If she was daring enough to introduce herself, he hoped she would do so with caution. If she chose to withdraw and continue to observe, perhaps she would learn more for herself. Either way, that was a pack he wished to learn more about while not getting on their bad side. The balance there would be tricky.