Moonspear To infinity... and beyond

Potema's single working eye narrowed as the younger wolf shivered with fear at the sight of her eye. Well, it was either that, curiosity, or sympathy, and she preferred fear much better than that disgusting look of pity she garnered from some other wolves, and even morbid curiosity. Perhaps this time she would not be questioned about it. Maybe this little orange thing would just swallow that fear and move onto whatever it had to ask.

"Never heard of him. Never seen him either." She shrugged, though her interest had been peaked by the mention of a large, white wolf. Her father (or whatever he was now), was a large, white wolf. But Pan was an unknown name to her. And even if it was her father, she didn't care about him anymore. He was dead to her. "Did you see that fire over at Ouroboros?" She asked, throwing Wildfire's other question aside. She was more interested in the long dead fire that still held its ashy grip over this region. Since she was searching here, it's possible she was a local. Which mean she knew about it, right? How could you miss that?