Whitebark Stream every hurricane gets its name from a girl like this

After a moment of careful consideration, an agreement was reached between the two parties. Their verbal contract withholding. Thuringwethil proposed no further terms and Reek saw fit to end their agreement there, rather than divvey out a list of demands and letting theri agreement descend into hopeless ambiguity.  

"Good. Good," he affirmed with a curt nod of his head.  "I'll make sure the rest of my pack understands the terms of our agreement." There would be no trouble, he was sure. The wolves of the Maplewood tended to stay to themselves in a state of pseudo-isolationism. Reek preferred it this way after the Redhawk Fiasco back at Redtail Rise.

"My pack lies directly to the south of here, in a maplewood. You'll smell us if you get close, but I'd advise against it. We'll keep our distance from you as well." His view of other packs had changed drastically since he allied the Rise with the wolves of Nova Peak. Now, he trusted few.