Witch's Marsh No Room in Frame

Hearing the news, Reek let out a sigh of relief. The last time he had seen the wolves of what used to be Nova Peak they were lowly refugees, much like Reek and Saena had been not too long ago. Believing that they had finally found some peace and quite, Reek grinned. However in reality, their move had been less than idilic and peaceful, but Reek was content to remain blissfully ignorant of the hardships they faced.  

"That's great! He replied, tail wagging happily behind him. "It's been a while since I've seen them, but I'm glad things are finally working out. That family deserves some peace for once." They were the closest allies to the maplewood, and Reek wished only for the best for them. Losing them would be a great loss in the collective security of the north.

"Yes, I'm from a pack. I lead over the maplewood north of here along with my mate," he answered.  The revelation would more than likely come as a shock as he looked more peasantry than patriarch, but Reek treated it like the detail was non-important.  "Our packs used to be very close. We haven't had much contact recently though." He had his own worries to occupy his time with, diplomatic runs to the south took the back seat.