Serpent Lake have you tried turning it off and on again?

He had not asked directly about this one's pack, nor their survival of the storm that wrecked these lands, but it went without saying. After tragedy such as that, the aftermath was a topic of conversation easy to share between all the wolves of these wilds. The damage was still apparent everywhere a wolf traveled. The earth was healing, yes, but it would take a fair amount of time to recover.

"I'm glad you and yours were safe from it," he murmured. Truthfully, he did not wish the storm on any pack. Their own had faced the brunt of it, but in it's own way, that storm had been a blessing in disguise. "Ouroboros Spine was ruined. We were forced to relocate to greener pastures." The Spire was... everything Tonravik could have asked for.

Think of the devil and she'd come up in conversation. He grinned. It seemed all the world wished to know how she was fairing. "She's doing well. Kept her legs crossed until we could find our new home. The pups? They grow quickly." He stopped there. He did not know this wolf well enough to divulge any additional information.

"Forgive me," he said suddenly, catching himself. "I don't know much about you, otherwise I'm sure there'd be more for me to ask about. I don't wish to hoard the conversation."